The Tales of the HouseReclaimer
TALE I: THE POWER OF A NAME
If you want to know the tale of my name It is about how my house needed to be reclaimed It about how my house has kept me a hostage To piles and paper and stuff mostly garbage When I try to clean to get an area reclaimed This house fights back it wants to win this game I try to fight back I try to get tough this house wrestles me back and I soon give up This house story is a cautionary tale you see About how I truly just wanted to be free But for some reason this could not be Because two other women they live with me On women can always find a good excuse For me to procrastinate and not to produce She throws in my face reasons to go no further My number one supporter is my biggest enabler Then there is the other one she works my nerve to the core Always belittling my efforts making big fun of my chores And sisters she is loud, a voice that is hard to ignore Pointing out my flaws, she is my biggest saboteur Here sisters I must confess You may already see Both the enabler and the saboteur Are both just really me So when I get stuck I think of my name And somehow it gets me back to work again Or sisters from the board will remind me of my name And I am back in the war I am back in the game with battles to be won and a house to be reclaimed
TALE II: THE KITCHEN WARS
Here again sisters to rant and yell, to let you know so you can tell how on Christmas eve the kitchen fell All the clearing and cleaning of things of all sort this was a way tougher project than I ever thought The pantry cabinet to clean was a load for a can of only God knows what must've explode Well I cleaned it up and did a repaint yes I know I was being a perfectionist saint The new super watched me bring out ten tall bags of trash the shocked expression on his face was extremely difficult to mask For I know he must have been thinking hard and with care what the F*** is going on in there! Now sisters I confess his grin didn't shock me and best of all sisters his grin didn't stop me For I knew I had sisters soon a waiting a report awaiting battle progress and news of all sorts So I cleaned and I mopped and took advice on the wet swiffer I even conquered the scary corner wishing I had tackled that quicker I cleaned out the fridge could that please go by fast I forgot to tell you that is my least favorite task I inventoried the fridge the freezer and pantry here I went a little off I went a little crazy For I instituted a system of dots on bottles and on cans well I did the whole lot Green for six months to a year to use Blue to use in a month or two Items I had to long I dread are the items that I doted in red Don't hold these items use immediately instead Well the kitchen war it was finally won the sink was shining and the pantry was done The stove was sparkling the appliances were clean But my biggest joy was how the swiffered floor gleamed Yet with the battle I won I still became sad and depressed for I looked around my house and saw all the rest For while I know this not a speed race I still wish my God would give me the grace to work at a faster pace The house brought way me down girls My spirit did waver The house ate all the joy that I had tried to savor I thought to myself What would you do with a client like that It was time to change over to my coaching hat Recall all your accomplishments My coach side said with a hiss I know, that's it make yourself an accomplishment list So I made my favorite drink Chi - latte a tall cup My favorite pleasure Inspired by Starbucks Well I wrote and I sipped Smelling chi latte mist This was turning out to be A pretty hefty list I completed the list reading, once at best My energy was waning, old girl needed rest Now come Christmas morning I washed and woke up I stepped in my kitchen And almost broke up It was so beautiful, shiny and clean Everywhere I looked, everything gleamed How dare this house try to steal my joy Belittling my accomplishments trying to act all coy Well sisters I am not having it The battle's back on other house wars to be fought Other wars to be won Sister tell one, remember too tell all The next battle cry hear Will come from the hall!
TALE III: KITCHEN WARS 2ND ROUND
You've heard the tale of how I came by my name You witnessed my struggles to get my house reclaimed The sisters I met when I left this place They change my life They changed my fate I could barely walk I could barely stand It turned out I was sicker than even I could understand As I prayed the hospital new what to do my poor feet swell past size 13 w Snowed in my doctor I couldn't get too I had no idea of what on earth to do My house saw an opportunity here was the perfect break to take out right advantage to just break me down, to crack my face to catch me when I was under with my heart full with grief infected lungs and swollen feet Even thought it was hard to clean up stuff these women wouldn't think of letting me try to give up They all as one began to chime to their new sister adopted online you may not be able to clean at this time But there is other work to be done if you are so inclined first heal your heart then declutter your mind They promised this could be done Just one room at a time Each room could be put on a two week timeline They encouraged me to take a real look at my crap they gave my a plan I had to create the maps But the most important thing that these women gave me was my declutter journal cause it truly set me free Without it my maps would be just plans It forces me to focus get up take a stand It tracks my progress along with my moods forces me to get with the program not living with blues Have to really fess up/own up and work with a depressive moods and If that doesn't work have to create something new So I am back in the battle I am back in the game for the 2nd time the kitchen is reclaimed You might say: we know this kitchen battle Girl don't you know we've been here before I tell you: this house won't give up and this old girl is at war I still honor this small victory I celebrate and I laugh Because I am viewing my maps choosing the new war path and I think that road leads directly to the masterbath Do pray I stay consistent and focused one by one my distractions die and good sisters keep a listen out for this old girls next battle cry
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