My sister had started wearing lace up shoes everyday at the recommendation of the FlyLady.
FlyLady says, When I put on my lace up shoes I feel like I am ready to face the world.
I tried it, didn't work for me. I'm a barefoot or flip-flop kind of gal.
It works for my sister. She says if she needs to take the garbage out she can, not a problem. She doesn't have to stop and search for shoes and then get sidetracked while the garbage ferments in the middle of the kitchen floor.
Guilty - but not enough so to put on lace ups.
Now, years later, FlyLady is suddenly back in my space.
She now has sidekicks. Joining her on this road to making me
Together they promise to help me cook, help me dress, and help me clean my house.
This is all done in FlyBaby steps.
The first day I have to shine my sink.
The second day all I have to do is lace up my shoes and shine my sink sometime before bed . . .
The third day I keep shining my sink, lacing my shoes, and read a little motivation . . .
The fourth day I write little sticky notes to motivate myself, shine my sink, and lace up my shoes . . .
So far this housework stuff is a breeze.
The fifth day it gets tricky - I have to lace up my shoes, shine my sink, and look at my posties. I don't even have to do them - I just have to look at them.
The sixth day is my first actual job - but I only have to do it for two minutes. Set a timer - two minutes.
Maybe I missed out on something all those years ago with FlyLady. I dismissed her too quickly. Maybe she's on to something.
FlyLady wants us to nip stuff in the bud so that CHAOS (Can't Have Anyone Over Syndrome) doesn't overtake us.
I'm not sure what happens to all the stuff that will happen to and in my home during the six days I spend lacing up my shoes and shining my sink, but . . .
I'm willing to give it a try.
