I'm FLYing. Or will be, soon.

The house is overwhelming me. I had considered showing you all a picture of what the living room looked like Monday morning when we got home. But I figured you've all seen footage of earthquake zones before.

It shouldn't overwhelm me, because it's not such a big place, at least not by American standards. We have three bedrooms, a living/dining room, a kitchen, bathroom and shower room. And the balcony - no garden or stairwell as it's an apartment.

But nonetheless, it does overwhelm me. I don't know how other people manage to raise children and clean at the same time. (I understand still less how anyone enjoys cleaning!) At the moment, the house is in such a state that I barely know where to start. So I have turned back to FLYlady, in the hope of getting a routine set up.

Flylady says: You can do anything for fifteen minutes.
Flylady also says: It didn't get like this in a day, so it won't get sorted out in a day either.
And finally Flylady says: Are you living in CHAOS? (Can't Have Anyone Over Syndrome)

No, no I'm not. Actually I'm living in COBYHTTUAYFUS.
(That's: Come Over But You'll Have To Take Us As You Find Us Syndrome. I know, it's not so easy to pronounce as CHAOS).

But I would quite like to be able to feel that things are always nearly company-ready. So let's see if this works.