Wednesday, January 12, 2011

The Eye of the Storm

I'm feeling moderately better. Good days, bad days. They're all there. But more good days than bad days, so that is hopeful.

Since you know how I like to keep it all real and stuff on my blog I'll straight up tell you, my house is a wreck. It still looks like Christmas threw up here. All the decorations are up. Toys are everywhere. It seems like there is always laundry in my living room. Clean laundry in neatly folded piles on the couch to the right. Dirty laundry in neatly sorted mountains to the left. The pots and pans don't seem to get washed until every pot and pan NEEDS to be washed. There are dogs toys, and bunny fur, and I always seem to be stepping over something to get where I need to be.

This is a very different sort of house than what I usually keep.

If you're local, and you drop in unannounced, I'm not gonna let you in.

It's that bad.

And it has been this way for a while.

But the good news is I'm feeling good enough to be bothered by it.

I've actually been bothered by it for several weeks now, but I'm finally feeling good enough, or fed up enough, to do something about it.

The hardest part seemed to be picking a place to start.

Do I start in the living room? It is the first room people see when they walk in my house. Or do I start in the kitchen? I do have all those pots and pans. Or the family room? We do spend most of our time in that room. The laundry room? Let's start small. Maybe the coat closet? Let's start really small.

See, I wasn't just going to straighten up or dust and vacuum. I was going to decrapify my house while I was at it. No corner would be left unturned. No possession would be left unexamined to be sure it was still wanted and in the best place. With God as my witness my home was going to be clean an organized once again.

If only I could figure out a place to start.

After debating all morning (which sounds so much more productive than surfing the internet, which is how I really spent my morning) I finally decided to start at the back of the house and work my way forward. My closet it is. During December my closet is the hiding place for all of Santa's early deliveries. they are stashed behind the clothes, and it inevitably turns into a big mess in there. But now.


There are no clothes on the floor. All my drawers are full of neatly folded clothes. I took out all the clothes that don't fit me *sob* so there's lots of room in my drawers. But I'm gonna call that an excuse to buy new clothes right? Everything is hung neatly on hangers. And I was impressed by all the hand knit sweaters I have that were never on the blog. I should do something about that.

That messy part on the shelf? Those are The Greatest's clothes. I'm not his Mom. He can fold his own #*%@ clothes if he is so inclined. I'm still impressed I folded my own clothes.

I also noticed The Greatest has twice as many shoes as I do. What's up with that? I know I'm shoe deprived but really? That is ridiculous. I need to go shopping. STAT.

1 comment:

Lainey said...

So glad you're feeling better! That is great! Reading your blog, I'm thinking of going thru my closets too... They could use some sorting & hard examining as well!