I haven't posted in over a month. My routines have been slipping; I haven't _wanted_ to do them most of last week. I spent a day reminding myself of the benefits, things I like about having the routines done.

1. When the kitchen is cleaned nightly, there's less to do every night. Dishes don't pile up; food doesn't dry onto them, requiring mega, arm-killing scrubbing.

2. When the kitchen is cleaned nightly, I know there's a clear counter to place grocery bags when we come back from the store.

3. When the kitchen is cleaned nightly, I'm more apt to want to make dinner, rather than foist it off on Matt (who doesn't want to do it, either) or beg to stop for something on the way home.

4. When the kitchen is cleaned nightly, I know the burner pans won't catch fire when I'm cooking.

5. When I set out my clothes nightly, I can get ready faster, in the dark, while Matt continues to rest.

6. When I swish and swipe the bathroom nightly, the mirror doesn't get loaded with water spots.

7. When I swish and swipe the bathroom nightly, the toilet doesn't turn pink. (Seriously. Pink. If I don't clean it for 3 days, it turns PINK. Why pink??)

8. When I program the coffee pot nightly, I have fresh, hot coffee waiting for me when I get up.

9. When I do my nightly routines, I have less to do in the morning, allowing me more time to enjoy my coffee, check my e-mail and Facebook, and I'm more likely to get out of the house on time.

10. When I get up and get dressed to shoes first thing, it's easier to go get the newspaper from the driveway on Wednesdays and Sundays (we cut our subscription down to those two days for the ads and coupons). I don't have to worry about being seen by neighbors or stepping on rocks or glass in the driveway.

I'm still reading most of the e-mails. I delete the ones having to do with kids right off, since they don't apply. I just scan over the ones raving about the tools: I bought 2 of the rubba scrubbas, the rubba sweepa, the mop and the calendar. I use one of the rubba scrubbas just for the cats in the den. There's a small learning curve with some of these tools, a breaking-in period. I like the sweepa; Matt hates it. The mop, with its reusable microfiber cloths, will take a little getting used to, especially getting the cloth seated on the mophead. The calendar is nice and big, but part of me keeps pointing out that Matt and I have the same schedule. We don't have mega outside activities that need to be logged. I'm going to use it for keeping track of bill due dates, though. I need to get more involved with the family finances. When we got married, I was perfectly happy to dump all that responsibility on Matt. I figured I'd proved time and time again, when single, that I wasn't responsible enough for that. Well, it's been pointed out that I should know how to pay the bills, in case something happens to Matt.

We're still decluttering; we went through the linen closet and got rid of a bunch of sheets, then went through the utensil drawers and tossed/donated a bunch of those, as well. We seriously pared down our knives. Since we have the Rada set, and since I'm more-or-less keeping those clean and usable, we could get rid of all the old, not-so-great knives we'd accumulated. Melted or broken spoons, turners, and other things got pitched.

I have a new timeline to work on. Ellen's coming for a visit in May. I have a small list of big things I want accomplished by then. I'm going to put that list in my control journal, and see about tackling one bigger project each weekend. I'll use the timer, work 15 minutes at a time, and get things done.

Just a quick post this morning. My sink is still shiny, my counters are clear, and my bathroom is mostly-clean (I have my neti pot stuff out on the counter due to the remnants of a summer cold).

I just wanted to post about some small benefits I've noticed since I've started this.

1. Tools I like but barely used are getting used more.

Since I started doing the dishes nightly, I've started using my non-dishwasher-safe tools more, like the knife set my mother-in-law gave us, and my cast iron skillet. They get washed when they're used and put away to be used again, instead of sitting on the counter for weeks or months at a time, waiting for me to get the energy to do a sinkfull or more of dishes.

2. I'm cooking and baking more.

With the kitchen counters cleaned every night, I'm more apt to take on a larger cooking or baking project on a whim. I know the tools and the space I need are ready for me to use them. I don't have to wheedle and bargain with Matt, "If you clean off the counter for me, I'll make cookies for you." The counter IS cleaned off, and my mixing bowls and tools are clean and waiting.

3. I can keep track of what I have.

I decluttered my mugs. Now, they all fit on the shelf and I know if I'm missing any.

There are more benefits, but I have to get to work, so I should be making a longer post later.

We've switched our grocery routines a little.  In the past, I would make out the list based on the sales in the flyers and what we were low on, then early Saturday morning, I would try to roust Matt out of bed so we could hit all the stores and be home before noon.  That rarely worked; getting him out of bed early on his days off is a monumental feat, especially for something he hates as much as spending money.


Two weeks ago, we started going to the stores Thursday and Friday evenings on our way home from work.  We usually hit Frys, Safeway and Fresh and Easy on Thursday (those are the closer stores, actually on the way home), and hit the northern stores (Smart and Final, Sprouts, Trader Joes, Albertsons, Bashas, and WalMart) on Friday.  Yesterday, though, since Bashas had a one-day special on deli meat that was enticing, we instead hit Bashas, Fresh and Easy, and Frys.  Safeway and Albertsons had nothing of interest in their ads, we didn't need anything from the other northern stores (other than WalMart, but there's one on the way home), so other than a stop at WalMart tonight for dishwasher detergent, our grocery shopping is done for the week.  That's always a good feeling.


One of the things we picked up this trip were a few tubes of cinnamon rolls that were on markdown.  I can't eat them, but Matt can, and since I usually get up before he does, and he's been making breakfast for me, I figured I could make these for him when I get up.  I actually set my alarm for 5:30 this morning (and was actually awake-ish when it went off, due to putting the book down and turning off the light at 10 pm), and when it went off, I gathered up the clothes I put out the night before, my shoes, and my water bottle, got dressed in the bathroom, preheated the oven, started the coffee and put the cinnamon rolls in the oven.


They had to bake for 15 minutes.  Remembering FlyLady's statement, "You can do anything for 15 minutes," I set the timer on my phone for 14 minutes and went to work in the little bathroom.


The main bathroom has been under control since the shelves went into the medicine cabinet.  However, I don't think I've cleaned the guest bathroom since our last guest left...in April.  It didn't look bad, to a casual look, but I could see some areas that needed work.  I grabbed the window cleaner and a microfiber towel, and went to work. 


The mirror still has some hard water spots that I'll have to go over with a vinegar-water mix, and the floor still needs some work, but I got all the soap scum and cat prints off the counter, and some of the worst spots off the floor.  Plus, the toilet's been swished with some wiping around the seat area, so it's better than it was.





Yes, I staged the towel.  It's about the color I want to paint in there.





Again, not shown: cat who likes to sleep in the sink.  Usually Scamp or Patch.





No more black spots on the tile in front of the toilet!


I finished up with 3 minutes to spare, so I made sure the computer was on and Firefox was loading, then went to pour my coffee, take the rolls out of the oven, and drizzle the icing over them.


Today's BabyStep is to include laundry in your daily routine.  Well, It's just Matt and me, so we don't have enough to do laundry every day.  Having gotten the kitchen under control, I don't have to slog through a counter-load of dirty dishes on the weekends anymore.  We've had our laundry-sorting hampers in place for a few years, and Matt understands the difference between "darks" and "colors" now, so I don't have more than 4 loads by Saturday, anyway.  I preflight the whites (the largest load) on Friday night, taking it from the hamper to an easier-to-maneuver basket.  Then, when I wake up on Saturday, dress, and make the bed, I can just grab the basket and get that first load started while I make breakfast.  I also put a stain-stick on my dresser, by the hampers, so if I've dropped something on my shirt or pants during the day, I can pretreat it right before it goes into the hamper, while I'm still thinking about it.  That's helped on many occasions.  It even got out the washed-in stain from the purple lip balm I made.  No trace of it on that white shirt anymore.  Good stuff.



I may have to set aside another basket for my microfiber towels, since they're not supposed to be washed with fabric softener, and I use one a day in the main bathroom.  I can wash them with the regular towels (again, no fabric softener), but I need a spot to put the dirty ones.

I haven't had much energy these past few weeks.  When before, I was waking up half an hour to five minutes before the alarm went off, up until today, I was waking blearily as the alarm was going off.  Today for some reason, my body decided 4:40 am was a good time to get up. 

Last week was a good progress week for FLYing.  Over the weekend, I cleaned out my closet and my dresser, throwing away anything ripped, stained, or overly-worn-out (t-shirts with the graphics all cracked and peeling, for example), and gathering for Goodwill anything that didn't fit or wasn't flattering.  I made exceptions for some things with memories attached, like the Todd Eldredge-autographed shirt, but I ended up with three kitchen-bags full of clothing headed for Goodwill.

Last Friday, we stopped at Hobby Lobby and found 2 nice pieces of basswood that made replacement shelves for the medicine cabinet.  Since we moved in, I've only been able to store a few things in there, due to the lack of shelves.  All the pill bottles, cough syrup, cotton swabs, etc., had to live on the counter.  Not anymore!



I also went through the pills, consolidating some partial bottles and boxes, and throwing out anything expired.  Getting all that off the counter made it easier to then wipe up the counter and clean off the mirrors.  Now, I can easily wipe down the counter in the evening after brushing my teeth.

 
Not pictured: cat who likes to sleep in the sink.


Yes, I realize now that the shower curtain rod is crooked.  And yes, it does now bother me.



Babystep-wise, I've added making the bed to the morning routine, and reading the FLYLady e-mails and testimonials have been added.  Earlier this week, it was "set a bed time and stick to it."  Right now, I don't have a specific one, just "between 10 and 10:30."  I'm aiming for 10, as I read somewhere that the human body gets the best rest between 10 pm and 6 am.  I don't remember where I read that, but since 6 am is the alarm time, 10 pm is a good bedtime.  I added "check on the cats in the back room" to my morning routine, since I sometimes forget. 

I'm reading the Flight Plans, and sometimes doing the missions.  Yesterday, after gathering the trash, I swept the bathroom floor, then took one of the microfiber cloths ($5 for 8 at Walmart, auto department), wet it down, and cleaned up the tile around the toilet, the edge and front of the bathtub, got the lizard blood off the floor (thanks, Scamp), some of the mystery yellow streaks off the walls, and wiped down the baseboards.  It's a little tricky to get the floor near the toilet and the wall near the tub/shower clean, as it looks like there's adhesive around the base of the toilet and the edge of the tub that wasn't applied with care.

My arm is still giving me troubles; the hand and fingers are stiff and don't like to bend in the mornings.  I haven't found a doctor yet, mainly because I haven't had the energy to sit at my computer and search through all the sites, then make all the calls.  My kitchen sink is still shiny; we do the large dishes every night, drying and putting away.  In fact, my dish drainer now lives in the garage.  I haven't had to set it up in two weeks.

Matt's been working on the boxes still in the garage.  Those are mostly books and his wolf statues.  Some of these things have been in boxes since we moved to Arizona almost five years ago.  The wolves, because we've never had anyplace he could set them up.  The books...well, I'm thinking it may be time for me to let go.  A number of them were HMTL or web design books I picked up on discounts, or writing guides I'd kept from my classes.  The computer books are now all out of date, and the writing guides haven't been opened in years.  Most of those are probably out of date, as well.

This weekend is designated for me to work on my craft room.  I'll be using the timer on my phone to take it in 15-minute increments, do a little at a time, and get things put away where I can find them.   Then, maybe I can think about getting it painted, getting the work table I want, and having a little place I can retreat to.

So after yesterday's mishaps, I now know that I shouldn't watch tv before doing the kitchen part of my nightly routine.  This morning, I was dragging, and only woke up a minute or two before the alarm went off.  I gagged on my joint pills, which I haven't done in quite some time.  I was tired and achy all day, due to getting to bed so much later than usual.  But, I got my morning routine done.  Dressed to shoes, emptied the dishwasher, set the timer on my phone for 5 minutes, and finished decluttering the desk in the office.  You can actually see the top now!

It occurs to me, though, that the only thing that desk really gets used for as of now is a clutter-catcher.  The drawers get used for storage, but again, how much of that is useful and how much is actually cluttery stuff that can be thrown out, I don't know offhand.  Once Matt gets his storage unit for his computer stuff, maybe we'll go through the drawers and decide if we really need that desk or not.  Or at least, if we need it in HERE.  It could possibly go into the guest room.  Something to think about.

Upon getting home, Matt started dinner, and I started working on today's Babystep: "You can do ANYTHING for 15 minutes."  She suggests setting the timer for 15 minutes, and gathering trash.  Then, when that goes off, setting it for 15, and sitting down, feet up, with a magazine.  Instead, I set the timer for 15 minutes and worked on the craft room.  I had some things in there that went into the Donate box, some things that got thrown away, and a few piles sorted out into different areas.  When the timer went off, I stood up and walked away.  I need to go back in tonight, though, and grab the "bathroom" pile and the "office" pile.  Then I set the timer for 15 minutes and got on my computer, chatted with a friend, took one of those receipt surveys, and with 4 minutes left, Matt came to let me know dinner was ready.

After dinner, I packed lunches with the leftovers, did the dishes, wiped off the counters and stovetop, programmed the coffee, and shined out the sink.  All that's left to do on the before-bed routine is to set out tomorrow's clothes, shower, and brush my teeth. 

Tomorrow's BabyStep is to add an Inspirational Page to my control journal.  In FlyLady's words:

• On this page I want you to spend 15 minutes writing down some of your favorite inspirational phrases. Some of mine are; You can do anything for 15 minutes, Housework done incorrectly still blesses your family and You can’t organize clutter; you can only get rid of it. I know you have others that you love. Use this page as a place to write them down when you see something that touches your heart.

...I don't really have any "inspirational phrases."  I kind of see them as cheesy, insipid, and not very inspiring at all.  What I might look for is the passage in Proverbs that my mother-in-law likes. 

Friday: I woke up at three a.m.  My right arm was just a mass of burning, stinging pain, going from my middle and ring finger, up my wrist, arm, and elbow.  Making a fist was an effort.  The fingers were stinging and tingling like they'd fallen asleep, but unlike when they fall asleep, I could still feel it if I poked them.  I got out of bed around three-thirty, as lying there very still wasn't doing anything.  I took some ibuprofin, turned on the computer, and just waited for it to dissipate.

I know I had planned that when I woke up, I'd get up and start my day, but three-thirty am was just too early.  Plus, my arm wasn't in the best shape to start doing dishes or anything like that.  I don't really remember what I did; I know I went to Facebook, and logged into the chat portion of my game, hoping someone would be on who could offer sympathy.  I also looked up my doctor's information again, so I could call and schedule an appointment.

My brain was still tired from Thursday.  My body was still tired.  I couldn't make the effort.  Around five am, I crawled back into bed, hoping I could get another hour of sleep before having to get up.  I don't think I actually slept.  When the alarm went off, my body felt like lead.  Matt got up, washed the pans, put away the fryer, and made chili for lunch.  I could barely pull myself out of bed, get dressed, and put my shoes on.  Luckily, with the coffee already programmed, I could get that on my way out the door.  The coffee was working on me by the time I got to work, which was good, as I was asked to start an hour early.  I asked to wait until after 8, so I could make my doctor's appointment.

I got a rude surprise: after fighting the IVR and finally getting a live person, I found out that not only did my doctor MOVE, his hours are now totally while I'm at work.  I can't afford to lose time from work to see the doctor, so that's his final straw.  It's time to start researching doctors again.  Luckily, the arm settled down during the day, and I was actually functional.

We went to Ikea after work, to get a new end table for the den so I can have my plastic storage drawers back.  Dinner there.  We also went to Office Max, where I got a binder pocket for my control journal, more Tul pens as the last ones I bought were running out, and the Tul mechanical pencils I've been lusting after for years.  Yes, I am an office supply nerd.

When we got home, I don't really remember what we did.   I think I may have organized the morning dishes and at least wiped out the sink.  Started the dishwasher.  Shower, and bed.

Saturday morning, I got up, and no, did not get dressed to shoes.  I hadn't set out my clothing, and I wasn't sure what I was going to wear to the movies, so I figured shoes could wait.  I did at least put on a bra tank top and some shorts.  I washed the dishes, emptied the dishwasher and started laundry.  By then, Matt was up...and I talked him into making waffles.  I clipped last week's coupons while he was waffling, getting them into the organizer.  The coupon organizer is now in the tray by the microwave (the book goes into the bedroom now), as well as a pair of scissors I got as part of a homemade sewing kit when I was less than 10 years old.  We ate breakfast at the table, washed those dishes, then got ready and went to the movies (Cowboys and Aliens).

After the movies, we went to the Habitat for Humanity ReStore, looking for shelves for the medicine cabinet.  When we were moving, we noticed the cabinet had no shelves.  We tried to take the shelves from the old house, but they didn't quite fit (which we found odd, given that the houses were built at the same time by the same builders).  I'd remembered a big stack of shelves one of the last times we went there (like, over a year ago), but this time, no shelves.  The cabinets they had for sale didn't have shelves, either!  So, that was fruitless.  There was a nice couch set there, but no price on it, so it was probably already sold, and we couldn't have afforded it this week anyway.   A stop at WalMart, where I got some small canning jars on clearance (to use for lotions and other assorted bath stuffs), and we came home.  

Matt built the new end table, which is actually a nightstand.  The eventual plan is store a few microfiber cloths, a can of the Pledge multisurface spray, the cat brushes and the cat nail clippers in the top drawer.  I searched online for replacement shelves, only finding one place that sells them, and they're not the right kind.  The new plan is to visit a hobby store and look for balsa wood we can cut to size. 

I really want those shelves.  Having shelves in there would get all the pills and other medicine stuff off the counter and reduce a lot of the clutter, making the morning swipe a lot easier (Once I get to that stage of the cleaning--it's BabyStep 24). 

We made pizza for dinner, and ate in the den while watching some things we'd recorded.  One thing with the evening routines, we don't watch as much television as we used to.  Well, the routines and Matt's new video game.  He's more interested in playing that than watching something.  We eat at the table most nights instead of in the den.  But Saturday night, we ate in the den, and when we were done, I just shuffled into bed. 

Sunday: I woke up thinking about all the things I didn't do Saturday.  I didn't finish the laundry.  I didn't do the dishes or shine the sink.  I didn't shower.  I didn't, I didn't, I didn't.  Those would be the negative thoughts creeping in, the ones telling me I never finish what I start, that I burn out, I lose interest, I flit around from project to project like a drunken bumblebee.  The voices reminding me of my past failures, that I won't ever amount to anything because I can never finish anything.  

I got up.  I did the dishes.  I took the laundry from the drier into the bedroom and put the laundry in the washer into the dryer.  I wiped down the counters; I made coffee. I got the newspaper from outside, got the coupons from it, and put the rest in the recycle bin.  I went through the coupons, clipped the ones I wanted, put them in the organizer, and put the scraps in the recycle bin.  I could tell my negative voices things...or I could show them.  Actions speaking louder than words.  They.  Would.  Not.  Win.

I'm on day 8 of BabySteps.  The day I officially create my Control Journal.  I'm pleased with it: a purple 3-ring binder, just a plain, Avery 3-ring binder, with 5-Star reinforced 3-hole paper, a sheet protector in the front for my calendar, and the purple-and-black binder pocket, with purple-handled scissors in the big zippered pocket, one of the Tul pens and one of the Tul pencils in the pencil loops, and an eraser and purple paperclips in the small mesh zippered pocket (yes, I like purple!  My new water bottle is ALSO purple!).  It's kind of like prepping for back-to-school, which I can tell you, is a lot more fun on the student side than it is on the office supply retailer side.  Imagine that!
Tomorrow is Day 9: Declutter a few minutes at a time.  She calls it a Five-Minute Room Rescue, and it's added to the morning routine. 

• Spend just 5 minutes clearing a path in your worst room. You know this area of your home: the place you would never allow anyone to see. Just 5 minutes a day for the next 27 days and you will have a place that you can be proud to take anyone!

That's kind of a toughie.  Right now, though, the worst room is either the office or my craft room.  The office can't really be touched until Matt gets his shelving unit (next weekend, maybe), but I can work on the secondary desk.  I think that will be it.  Desk clean-up, five minutes at a time.

Now to do my evening routine, and start Monday fresh.

Day five: I am exhausted.  I don't know why, I just am.  My counter is clear, the coffee maker is programmed, but I have no idea what I'm taking for lunch tomorrow, the pans from dinner are still on the stove, and the fryer is still on the counter.  The sink is wiped out.  We did stop at Walmart on the way home, picking up some microfibre towels and some small bins for when I start the swish-and-swipe (which will probably be sooner rather than on-schedule, depending on if I get shelves for the medicine cabinet this weekend).  I did wipe down and brush out both toilets when we got home, but I didn't do anything else on my to-do list.  We watched 2 episodes of Royal Pains instead.

One of FlyLady's mantras is "You are not behind!"  So, I'm not behind.  I'll get the pans tomorrow, get the fryer put away, and figure out something for lunch. 

No picture tonight.  And no nagging negative voices in my head today, either.  I think I was either zen'ed out or just too tired to think negatively.  Tomorrow's BabyStep is Hot Spots.  I worked on the one; I'd left yesterday's newspaper on top of the microwave.  Tossed it in the recycle bin when we got home tonight.  Saturday's BabyStep is to start laying out clothes.  Sunday's is to put looseleaf paper in a three-ring binder.  Binder is ready, and I started putting out clothes two nights ago. 

Time to shower and crash.

This morning seems rougher.  So did last night, come to think of it.  The task list I'd set was to clean off my desk, gather the trash, take the trash out to the bins, do dishes (Matt's night to cook), shine sink.  However, I'd started working on a weekend checklist, and told Matt about it.  One of the things on the weekend checklist was to reorganize the small-appliance shelf in the garage, where we keep (duh) the small appliances, like the blender, rice cooker, bread maker, fryer, etc. 

"Well, you can get part of it done tonight.  Most of the stuff in front of it needs to go into the trash, anyway," he suggested.  This made sense.  However, I'd forgotten the heat.  This is Arizona.  The thermometers we passed on the way home all read around 114 degrees.  The garage is not air-conditioned.  He left the car in the driveway and the garage door up, and also opened the door from the garage to the kitchen. 

I worked on gathering the trash from in front of the shelves.  Then I emptied the cans, and noticed how filthy they were.  So I decided to scrub them.  And scrub them again.  Then let them soak.

The door to the kitchen has fake-grass carpeting in front of it, all shredded up near the door where Scamp would dig at it the nights he was locked in the garage.  Under the trash-can area, it was all linty and eggshelly and onion-skinny.  I tried sweeping it with the broom.  Nothing really came free.  I looked over at Matt, "If this wasn't glued down, I'd just want to roll it up." 

"It's not glued down.  Roll it up and shake it?"

"No.  Roll it up and TOSS it."  So it got tossed.  The area in front of the door looks much better now, without the fake grass.  I might pick up an entryway mat at some time, something smaller and easier to clean than a giant swath of astroturf.

By this time, I was beat.  Hundred-plus temperatures can sap you pretty quick.  Luckily, dinner was done, so I washed my hands and sat down.

The downside of the impromptu garage work was that I didn't get to my desk until after dinner and dishes were done, when I was already wiped out.  But I persevered, and got most of it cleaned off.  I still need to take care of the stuff atop my tower, but the main desk section is done.

Day Four kitchen pictures:


New scrubby; the last one was used for the trash and recycle cans.  Once I get the appliance rack resettled, the toaster's going to live there.



Lunchbags on the left, there.  I found the shorter one in the garage, scrubbed it out, so Matt can use that one rather than an old grocery bag.  My drink's still on the right there; I thought it was out of frame, but I missed.

Day five's task is to "write down what you hear."  If I hear any nasty negative internal voices today, I'm to write down what they're saying, and combat them with saying something nice and positive about myself.  I haven't heard any yet, just the tired and grumpy voices.  I think the pain in my arm is overriding them.

That's something that's ramped up this week.  Since 10th grade trig, I've had pain in my elbow.  That's when I started being able to "crack" it.  The pressure would build up, and when it got to a certain point, I would stretch out my arm and twist.  You'd hear a hollow popping sound, and the pressure would dissipate.  Around college, the wrist started aching.   The doctor at campus health said RSI, and to take 4 ibuprofin at a time (equal to one prescription-strength).  Now, I'm waking up with my middle and ring finger numb.  I dug out my old carpal tunnel glove, and wearing it during the day seems to help.  I may have to try wearing it at night, too, to see if it helps.

Also, my left heel is tender to walk on.  I'm definitely getting new shoes and inserts this weekend.

Today at work, I had a lot of time to think, and started setting goals for myself.  As I set them, I remembered something I first learned at Staples, and have seen repeated through a number of business publications we run: SMART goals.

SMART stands for "Specific, Measurable, Attainable, Realistic, Timely," and is meant to help you set reachable goals.  I measured my first two goals against these guidelines, and found them satisfactory.

SMART Goal #1:
Have my evening routine finished between 7 and 7:30 pm each night.

• Specific: Yes, very.  
• Measureable: Yes.  If it hits 7:30 and I'm not done, I'm not hitting my goal.
• Attainable: Yes, so far I've managed it 2 nights in a row.  We'll have to see if there are more evening things on the way in FlyLady's BabySteps.
• Realistic: Yes.
• Timely: N/A

SMART Goal #2:
Within the month, start doing half an hour of WiiFit FreeStep after my evening routine and before my shower, Monday through Friday.

• Specific: Yes
• Measureable: Yes, WiiFit tracks when I did exercises.
• Attainable: Yes.  Half an hour isn't much, and if I'm consistently hitting goal #1, I see no reason why I shouldn't be able to work on goal #2. 
• Realistic: Yes.  I'm just setting a time limit on exercise.  That's it.  Half an hour a night, five nights a week.  It doesn't have to be vigorous, just consistent. 
• Timely: Yes, there's a time limit.  By August 31st, I should be doing this consistently.

Actually, by August 31st, I'll have reached the end of the BabySteps, too, and should be ready to FLY.  I may add more SMART goals as I get going, I may just keep to these two.