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Turning over a clean leaf

My sister-in-law keeps pinning cleaning schedules on her Pinterest boards… it’s been making me feel guilty. Guilty… guilty… guilty… inspired! I thought I’d give it a go and implement one into my daily routine. The main reason being that Fridays aren’t lighting me up quite like they used to. Now that my littlest one is on the move I’m back to cramming in all my housework into that precious naptime window or vacuuming around kids and toys. Not happy with either.

The best thing would be to ignore it altogether (this and this made me smile) but this also made me smile – “Laundry today, or naked tomorrow.”. So, housework must go on… I like clothes (and a clean house).

So here’s my take on the daily cleaning schedule, designed to take under an hour a day, freeing up my Friday a little for some precious me time.

The happy housewife illustration is from a mid-century Sunlight soap ad, found here. I thought she might be nice to have in my laundry. Just a shame she can’t come to life like a cleaning fairy and whip around the house while I’m asleep – she looks like she’d be so good at it, and enjoy it too!

Today is day 3 of following the schedule… can I keep at it for more than a week?

Progress – how do you measure it?

I’m feeling a little like Stacey from a Goode House today.

It’s a beautiful sunny Saturday and there is pea straw waiting for me to spread (not to mention weeds to pull, sawdust to sweep and so so much tidying to be done) but here I am inside trying to transition the little wee one into her cot.

I’ve given up this morning and she’s back in her hammock with the string attached so I can rock, rock, rock in a radius from the computer to the dining table to the kitchen sink.

But, she started her sleep in her cot (it’s the getting back to sleep after the first cycle that is the biggest struggle) – that’s progress.

Andre and Master W have been outside removing the formwork from the wall that was done last week and starting to build formwork for the home stretch. That’s progress.

We sold a couple of chairs that were getting passed from room to room, always in the way. That’s progress.

With beginning the cot transition yesterday, my housework didn’t get done. But there’s not much dust in the house and the housework is not screaming my name. That’s progress.

In the first cycle of Miss E’s sleep yesterday I managed to fill a grocery bag of paperwork that is destined for the bin. I also got another file folder of investment bits and pieces sorted. That’s progress.

I’ve folded a load of washing this morning and sorted Miss E’s overflowing drawers, removing anything that was too small. Admittedly it was just dumped in a large box full of other bits and pieces still looking for a home, but at least it’s out of the way and not going to annoy me everytime I get her dressed. That’s progress.

I’ve managed another blog post, albeit without any pretty (or not so!) pictures. That’s progress.

Now it’s coffee time. My favourite time of the week when we all sit down and read the paper and have coffee (or hot chocolate) together!

In the background

Making a house a home is not just about cracking out a new kitchen, or doing back-breaking demolition, or even major concrete pours, sometimes it’s just about washing, washing and more washing.

Today, I am aiming to get to the bottom of the washing basket and to find the spare bed and laundry bench again… they’re in there somewhere, I know they are!

That’s not one pile of washing you see on the bed, it’s two. And there are piles on each of the three chairs in the room, not to mention the ironing draped over the airer. Let’s not mention the boxes, or how the blanket on the bed is not exactly tucked in. Or the fact that there is another load of washing in the machine, AND in the dryer.

It looks like I’m trying to run a pharmacy from my laundry at the moment. I’m not – I don’t have a license. This is how it looks most of the time – do you believe me?!

Washing day

I enjoyed hanging out my washing today!

Weird…? Hang on – just give me a chance to explain before you pass judgement.

My trusty airer has done well for almost a year… but it’s just not the same is it? Can only fit one load of washing at a time, blows over in the wind, collapses when you try to shift it… good, but could be better.

So off to Google I went to find a wall mounted, narrow clothesline that will happily accept as much washing as I can throw at it (because that’s kinda what I feel like doing sometimes…).

My one golden rule of a washing line is “don’t put it where courier drivers visitors can see it when they arrive”.

Which for us leaves only the back wall of the house which one day will double as our entertaining area and vegie garden. Adding a clothesline into the mix does make it a lot of tasks to fit into one small back yard but we have a plan and are currently believing in it.

Said plan allowed for a pretty small clothesline so it made the purchasing decision pretty simple as I could only find one that met my requirements of a) small, b) large on line space, c) not too ugly.

Found here but purchased at (surprise, surprise) Bunnings with a bonus account discount we were happy campers washers taking it home.

It lay around inside for a couple of days until one night I headed out with the tape measure and a determined look on my face. Works every time – Andre followed immediately to keep things in order.

And up it goes, starting with our location:

The reason why I couldn’t be trusted to do this on my own:

This I can do, but that is not my hairy arm…

Coming together now…

And then finally my turn, stringing it up:

And of course hanging out the washing on this beautiful day!

Forgot to mention the clothesline is a Devon Cottages Single Folding one. Easy to put up, no missing pieces and pretty strong (as tested by Mr Engineer). What more could you want? Maybe a bit more space between the lines would be good (I started off hanging on every second line to get a bit of breathing space going) but obviously that would compromise on either of my two requirements: enough line for two loads and a narrow overall depth. So there we have it – Happy Washing Day! Now the judgement is all yours…