At one time in my life, I was known for my organizational skills. I took pride in them. Maybe it’s because I’m a Virgo, or just anal, ; ) but nothing soothes me like putting everything in it’s place and having a place for everything.
And then came children. I organized the first one’s toy box. Yup. This toy here, this toy here. Everything in its place and I taught her to do the same. Once she was a little older, I relaxed a bit, and the toys changed. But still. Blocks: in a box. Dolls: in the doll box. Stuffed Animals: Well, you get the idea.
And then came the second and third with very little change. My paperwork was not piled on any desk but filed in appropriate folders in appropriate cabinets. My spice cupboard was alphabetized as was the canned food-so much easier to see what you have and what you don’t.
Hate me yet?
Wait.
Here is my desk today.
That’s the bank statement on the right that I’ve been wanting to go through for a week. My coffee, bills I need to call about…notice the tums? ; ) I won’t show you my closet. Color coded? Heck no, I’m glad most of the clothes are on hangers. The pantry? I know I have onions in there somewhere. I’m afraid I just might find them by the scent in a few weeks. And the kids’ toys? LOL I still have boxes. The smaller ones make nice hats.
So what happened?
Priorities. And maybe some perspective.
I still love to meander down the closet organizer aisle in Home Depot with happy sighs, but I know it’s not for me. Not now.
You see, to have that level of organization you have to do everything yourself. I don’t have time to do that. I have a career I love, which also takes a lot of time. I also have a husband I love spending time with. The house is bigger to hold all the kids and my kids need to learn their own way of organizing. To do that, they need space. IE: Not so much interference from me. If that means I have to yell down the hall, asking where my measuring cups are (and someone better know) then that’s the price I’ll pay. If they don’t want me asking, they will put them back in the cupboard above the microwave, right?
Think I’m too lax?
Remember the child who I taught to be organized like me? The first one? For the first 12 years of that girl’s life her bedroom was clean. Really clean. She could clean the kitchen as well as I could when she was 13. She’s on her own now. She keeps her living room pretty clean…now, but her bedroom…well, let’s just say the closet exploded all over her room.
I don’t mind. I step over the cute shoes and ask to borrow the blue shirt on the bed. She has a system and I’ve learned to let go.
Are there any changes you’ve made in your life recently or in the past?
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