Path through the domestic clutter

How do you go about clearing a path through the rubbles? Ok, so I am exaggerating the chaos but the question ‘where do I start kept niggling me.’

I kept reminding myself to stay calm and that my babu was my priority. Since I was breast feeding him, I atleast didn’t have to worry about making and storing baby foods.

Flylady keeps reminding us that the place did not clutter in a day so it will take time to clear. I started following the newsletter again and working a bit on the zones. The zone that was on when I started was kitchen which worked just fine for me. I had to order groceries , veggies etc. So I did wiping and cleaning as I went about storing them. So within a week the kitchen was, if not its old self, at least civilised.

As I kept up going bravely with one bag at a time, one drawer at a time; Soon tabletops began to appear. Floor space resurfaced. Of course my loving DH helped me and supported me along the way.

 With the de-cluttering slowly my mind de-cluttered. Believe me an untidy surrounding can really clog the thoughts. There are still a lot of things that need work. Slow and steady is how I plan to go. Everything from my wardrobe , clothes , kitchen stuff, hobby stuff, THE PROJECTS will all get sorted in due course of time.

This is also when the thoughts of doing something to express myself and returning back to the blog came to me. Here I am, Miles to go before I rest.

Will I ever be able to organise this chaos that is threatening to takeover my life? A feeling of anxiety (was it simply that or terror) made its way up my tummy, threatening to choke me . I burst into tears; this would be the first of a number of breakdown episodes that would follow in the next 48 hours.

After five years of wishing and praying, our bundle of joy has arrived. I spent three months at my mother’s recuperating. I was on a holiday from day to day homemaking responsibilities. That gave me ample time to think. And believe me a baby teaches you a lot of things. But, let me leave all that for later.

I had just returned home after three months. In those months my home had turned into a bachelor pad. Chaos is the name that comes to mind as look around. I was surrounded by bags, not only those that I brought with me during the shift from mom’s, but also the gifts that I had sent weeks before after the naming ceremony of our DS.

 I had no shelf space to unpack our (baby’s and mine) bags. The shelf I had emptied for Babu was cluttered by now. Thankfully my mom was with me to help me settle. As I mentioned I broke down into tears a number of times in the first two days. Then decided to tighten my belt and get to work. My baby did not need a sloppy home as well as a cry baby for a mother.

For the longest time I have been toying with the idea of de-cluttering, organising, minimalistic living ...... basically de-cluttering and organising every aspect of my life. I started taking baby steps with Flylady off and on. But I could not get over my hoarding nature. Projects were initiated but they never saw the day of light. Everything interested me from collecting imported chocolate wrappers (which I did as a child with little access to these goodies) to coins and stamps. Never got around to doing any of these seriously enough so I find a few coins here, a few currency notes there .... Well you get the picture.

Five years in our new apartment and I kept making excuses to myself for the delay. But now I had to pull up my socks and just do it. So as I go ahead I will also write about organising. Well, I will also have to control myself and remember the mess won’t get cleared overnight. It will take time to set routines, de-clutter, make place for each item. I should not get carried away and then crib out of that frustration. Oh yes! I am a big cribber. It’s a good thing that my husband is a patient soul ;).

Ok, so one more thing to change my cribbing nature. Well looks like it is going to be all round revamp personally, mentally, physically, emotionally, etc etc. Let me get to work. 

New Beginnings

As usual I did not keep up with the blog. Two posts and I disappeared. A lot has happened since and I am now a mom to my four month old prince. He is really a doll. He is playing on his own right now while I sit here typing this.

Hopefully this time I will post more often. Fingers crossed. Post delivery I have been itching to do something to, I think, ascertain myself of normalcy. To have 'Me' time, to be able to express myself or to be able to contribute to the now increased household expenses ... Well whatever it might be. I have to confess I am going through a myriad of emotions.

 I am happy that my long awaited wish of being a mom has been granted , then again I am no longer earning. From being on the verge of joining our family business full time and helping set up office , I am now a full time SAHM. A lot of you who are reading this may have gone through this feeling that I am going through where monthly income stops and you are now dependent on your hubby. My DH has no qualms about me shopping or spending for he knows I never go on a shopping spree or indulge in foolish impulsive buys. But is Dil ko kaun samjhaye ( Who will explain this to my heart).

So now after this brief description of my state, I will start posting my journey here onwards. Also I would love to share a post here and there about my struggle with trying to be a mom before I conceived. Probably someone out there going through it will feel comforted and feel a little better while TTC. The posts may seem about this that and everything and haphazard to some. But that's what this is about my world , my reflections. J