There's no motivation like a moth infestation.
I've spent the last few days cleaning out my bedroom. Everything, regardless of whether it is edible by moths, has been removed and will be carefully inspected and cleaned before returning. Well, the furniture actually stayed in the room, but it was moved, dusted, cleaned with the Method lavender stuff, vacuumed behind, mopped under, etc. You get the drift.
Cleaning gives you a lot of time to think, so I offer the followingexcuses perfectly valid reasons why my house is in a constant state of chaos:
1. I live in a friggin' shoe box. I'm serious. It's like 950 sqft without a basement, closets, or any real opportunity to be organized. In my home there are 3 humans, 3 kitties, 2 pug dogs, 2 bedrooms and 3 closets. 'nuff said.
2. I am supremely ADD. I'm sure that there are people with ADD out there who are organized, but I am not one of them. I regularly find things in places that I do not remember putting them such as car keys in the freezer, math books in with the pots and pans, Girl Scout cookies in the garage, etc. I lose things a lot. For example, today I was sweeping something in the hall and used the new dustpan that I bought on Thursday. 10 mins later, it was lost. I have no freaking idea what I did with it.
Because of my ability to rapidly lose things (IN A 950 SQFT HOUSE!!!), I buy replacements. I'm sure that this adds to the level of chaos, although I will never manage to find the other 2 dustpans, 10 tape measurers, 5 or 6 tweezers, countless scissors, etc.
3. I am overly sentimental. I can not possibly part with that fugly snowman because Grams bought it for me.
4. I am eternally optimistic. I will, someday soon, fit into that skirt. It doesn't matter that I have been saying that since before I moved in here or that I am not confident enough to wear something that short even if I could. I will fit into it someday and cannot part with it.
5. I have been, and currently am, flat broke. I am constantly afraid that I will need something and not be able to replace it. This instinct to horde household objects came in quite handy last week when one of my remaining new(ish) dinner plates broke. Thanks to my stockpile of old dishes in the garage, my family was able to have dinner at the same time.
6. My husband. I know that he believes that I am the sole reason that our house is in a constant state of disarray, but he lacks proof. I, on the other hand, have plenty of proof that he is a contributing factor. Observe the following:
I've spent the last few days cleaning out my bedroom. Everything, regardless of whether it is edible by moths, has been removed and will be carefully inspected and cleaned before returning. Well, the furniture actually stayed in the room, but it was moved, dusted, cleaned with the Method lavender stuff, vacuumed behind, mopped under, etc. You get the drift.
Cleaning gives you a lot of time to think, so I offer the following
1. I live in a friggin' shoe box. I'm serious. It's like 950 sqft without a basement, closets, or any real opportunity to be organized. In my home there are 3 humans, 3 kitties, 2 pug dogs, 2 bedrooms and 3 closets. 'nuff said.
2. I am supremely ADD. I'm sure that there are people with ADD out there who are organized, but I am not one of them. I regularly find things in places that I do not remember putting them such as car keys in the freezer, math books in with the pots and pans, Girl Scout cookies in the garage, etc. I lose things a lot. For example, today I was sweeping something in the hall and used the new dustpan that I bought on Thursday. 10 mins later, it was lost. I have no freaking idea what I did with it.
Because of my ability to rapidly lose things (IN A 950 SQFT HOUSE!!!), I buy replacements. I'm sure that this adds to the level of chaos, although I will never manage to find the other 2 dustpans, 10 tape measurers, 5 or 6 tweezers, countless scissors, etc.
3. I am overly sentimental. I can not possibly part with that fugly snowman because Grams bought it for me.
4. I am eternally optimistic. I will, someday soon, fit into that skirt. It doesn't matter that I have been saying that since before I moved in here or that I am not confident enough to wear something that short even if I could. I will fit into it someday and cannot part with it.
5. I have been, and currently am, flat broke. I am constantly afraid that I will need something and not be able to replace it. This instinct to horde household objects came in quite handy last week when one of my remaining new(ish) dinner plates broke. Thanks to my stockpile of old dishes in the garage, my family was able to have dinner at the same time.
6. My husband. I know that he believes that I am the sole reason that our house is in a constant state of disarray, but he lacks proof. I, on the other hand, have plenty of proof that he is a contributing factor. Observe the following:
- In his dresser drawer I found gate schedules and bag tags from an airline he hasn't worked for in the last 3 years.
- There are currently seven glass coke bottles on top of the filing cabinet because he thinks they are cute.
- He has stacks of notes from D&D games that he was playing when the 2nd edition rules were new.
- He doesn't screw the lids onto bottles. He just sets them on top and puts them in the fridge or cabinets.
- I found several pair of pants that he has purchased and forgotten (that fit). They all still have the tags.
- He won't let me toss his Christian Death t-shirt even though it's more holes than shirt.
- He has stacks of disks for computer games that are so old they can't run in Vista and won't run in Wine.
- He bought a new Yule tree this year because he couldn't find, or forgot that we still have, the old one (it's in the shed)
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