tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28942997.post1883733258364093517..comments2023-10-22T05:22:31.831-07:00Comments on mama milton: it's not easy being greenLisa Wheeler Miltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07386193798727387546noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28942997.post-50562594048783252022007-11-08T12:38:00.000-08:002007-11-08T12:38:00.000-08:00Lisa, you make me feel this way. You are so amazin...Lisa, you make me feel this way. You are so amazing, I just feel inadequate! I hate having people over to my home because of the size. I guess in the long run it makes me seem not very welcoming.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28942997.post-16181975015021978882007-11-06T13:21:00.000-08:002007-11-06T13:21:00.000-08:00I love this post. I have been trying to do the sam...I love this post. I have been trying to do the same. <BR/><BR/>I had a friend over for lunch, and instead of cleaning like crazy I tidied up and called it a day.<BR/><BR/>It did feel glorious to let go of some of that self-imposed pressure.Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11342425698876916791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28942997.post-91144969437320212972007-11-05T12:04:00.000-08:002007-11-05T12:04:00.000-08:00I think this is a good thing. I know so many peopl...I think this is a good thing. I know so many people who avoid having friends over for dinner because their house is a mess. When it's all said and done, it's about family and friends. Fellowhip...who cares about the dust.Mrs. G.https://www.blogger.com/profile/01171997573144385692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28942997.post-6006094502231306412007-11-05T09:05:00.000-08:002007-11-05T09:05:00.000-08:00This post resonated with me hugely. I've been doi...This post resonated with me hugely. I've been doing a lot of letting go the last few months, and funnily enough, my house and life feel more organized than when I spent every spare moment worrying and obsessing. Peace is invaluable, I think.Kimberly Vanderhorsthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01653757517652257445noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28942997.post-75850954187523571022007-11-05T06:53:00.000-08:002007-11-05T06:53:00.000-08:00Can you bottle that and sell it?Think of the peopl...Can you bottle that and sell it?<BR/>Think of the people you could help (Oh wait, you'd put an awful lot of therapists out of a job).<BR/>Glad you feel zen.lapofluxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00092693467117246809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28942997.post-33467151499668185712007-11-04T21:27:00.000-08:002007-11-04T21:27:00.000-08:00Glad you went out with the girls and had a good ti...Glad you went out with the girls and had a good time. Your boy seemed to have a good time with mine. They must have gone through a couple hundred caps in the cap guns. <BR/><BR/>Hope all the baby smoochin was fun and you got to relax in your own element. <BR/><BR/>-StuAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28942997.post-32015259006376146922007-11-04T18:22:00.000-08:002007-11-04T18:22:00.000-08:00two words for you: roomba booyahi just bought on...two words for you: roomba booyah<BR/><BR/>i just bought one. it's good to vacuum while not actually moving from the couch.katydidnothttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15710011717146842223noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28942997.post-56299518498151312162007-11-04T14:14:00.000-08:002007-11-04T14:14:00.000-08:00You are so funny. Don't beat yourself up, there is...You are so funny. Don't beat yourself up, there is a natural ebb and flow in the areas of order and structure for those of us that do not have Sweet 2.0 and CratScript as standard features.Amandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05864631532886681402noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28942997.post-60674641316544514172007-11-04T13:43:00.000-08:002007-11-04T13:43:00.000-08:00I love your house, too. And I'm mostly okay with ...I love your house, too. And I'm mostly okay with ours, also. Some days I'm a little alarmed at my lack of attention to sticky, dusty places but overall, I concentrate on the joy I get from doing whatever I've done to avoid housework...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28942997.post-13627099618337584232007-11-04T09:27:00.000-08:002007-11-04T09:27:00.000-08:00I know that feeling. But you know in your heart, ...I know that feeling. But you know in your heart, you are always in awe of those homes you go into that have so much love -- and yet nothing matches. I'm not saying this is your house -- I'm saying that it really doesn't matter to her -- and you know that. Smooching the baby -- what a way to spend an afternoon!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com