Showing posts with label chores. Show all posts
Showing posts with label chores. Show all posts

Friday, April 19, 2013

Order of Precedence

No matter who you are, your work load probably looks a lot like my workload, which looks a bunch like anyone else's workload. We all have obligations and demands on our time. If you participate in society, you still have to do taxes and wash your clothes. Same as everyone else. If you don't do the first one, the laundry you'll end up doing will be orange prison jumpsuits. And this is all assuming you aren't working with chemicals that will melt your sneakers - as I was in the photo below.

If you work for a living, or at something you love, like say writing, you're eventually going to face tight deadlines. Life happens. Unexpected events wreak havoc with even the most ironclad of intentions. Having a routine in place works in your favor. Well exercised self-discipline helps, too.

But if there's one law of the universe, it's this: The more unflappable you believe your system to be, the more crap the universe will throw at you to prove you're wrong.

When that happens, you need a plan to rely on when you're hyperventilating into a paper bag because your book is due tomorrow, the taxes were due yesterday, the kids are screaming, and your sartorial options are 'do laundry' and 'go naked'.

Allow me to introduce you to a short term triage system I use called: 'Order of Precedence.' This is designed to be used when you still have all your regular chores to do, but life has handed you an insanely short deadline, three crises on the day job, and phone call from the school nurse saying your kid just broke a bone. Maybe three. If you go to the ER now, you might beat the ambulance.

Order of Precedence goes like this:

1. Living things first - do the minimum amount of work required to keep life in the living things in your home. At my house, this step is broken down even further: People first, critters second, plants third. Yes. The plants totally count. (What? They clean the air and provide O2.)

2. Order of law - do that which will keep you out of jail. Taxes, licensing vehicles, providing enough clothing that no one gets sent up on indecent exposure charges. To me - that means laundry. To some people I know - it means a quick trip to a store for packages of new undies and socks. Presto. Legal and clean. Ish. Again, you're looking for minimum effort to achieve your end.

3. Recruit help - all is fair in love and war here. You're in crisis. Doesn't matter why. If you live alone, yet the dog MUST go to the vet while you're killing yourself to get that novel about the gunslinging cowboy vampire to your editor by midnight - phone a friend. Swear you'll return the favor somehow AFTER you've met deadline. Understand this might find you helping that friend move. Pick friends who don't have collections of antique refrigerators. The serious aspect of this is consider hiring someone in to clean the house once a week. Or once every other week. It's not forever. It's until the storm has passed. Grocery delivery fits here, too.

4. Forget everything else. So the floor crunches when you walk on it. You'll remedy that. After deadline. Your kids are heard muttering that they're sick of McDonalds? Does your family think you've forgotten the way to the kitchen? So what. You'll fix that after deadline.

The point of this system is to make it through any kind of crunch mode. Even kids understand crunch time, since just about everyone leaves a report to the night before it's due at some point. The system is useful as a last ditch coping mechanism, but that whole minimum effort thing, while freeing up lots of time for meeting deadlines isn't designed for long term use. Minimum effort begins to translate to the other people in your life as: we're not important enough for more than your minimum effort.

And that, my friend is a message you don't want to send. Unless you really, really mean it.

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Chores are For Bores

by Allison Pang

I have to confess that this is probably a terrible topic for me this week. And oddly apt. Having just turned in my revisions for A Trace of Moonlight (huzzah!) I now get to take a few days to deal with the aftermath of extra dishes in the sink and a cluttered house and...

....yeah, right. I'm not fooling anyone - my house pretty much ALWAYS looks like some sort of bomb went off in it. 

Forget splitting things into men's work or women's work or kid's work - I'm lucky if I manage to make the effort to *do* the laundry, let alone iron it or actually put it away.

And I've tried. I have. 

But it's clearly something hardwired in me to just not care. 

Or really, it's that it's much more interesting to read a book or game or something else. Dust will always be there, right?

I have tried to be better about it when I can, though usually things tend to backburnered until I can't stand it anymore and then we try to do it all at once. (That being said, there are limits to what I can do - I used to like mowing the lawn, for example, but due to back issues, I just can't take that risk anymore.)

The DH and I do trade off things - he's a better at vacuuming, I don't mind scrubbing toilets, so we tend to gravitate to whatever is least egregious to our individual tastes.  But to be honest, as awful as it is to try to tackle it in a big chunk, it works for us as a family, because I honestly do think that when only one person is doing things (usually mom), there can be a great deal of resentment that builds up (*ahem* Unhappy moms make for lousy company).  At least this way everyone suffers equally.

I  manage the dishes and the laundry through the week as I can. Lucy likes to dust. Connor hates it all, but will do things if I tell him. The DH vaccuums. When we actually attempt to do things as a group, it works out better for everyone.  We play music and whistle while we work.

Like a regular Mary Poppins, yo. (I tried to embed the Spoonful of Sugar song, but YouTube has it all shut down, alas.)

This makes a close second, however... (not sure what it is about Disney, singing women, magical animals and cleaning. Just WHAT are they implying??)