My kitchen, bedroom, bathroom and the kids rooms are probably pretty close to the same. disorganization everywhere. I can tell you where most stuff is but some things, I can only tell you where stuff last was because since that time, more things have grown on the pile.
I get like this when I have a gig. It frustrates me. I am torn between my 2 jobs, the first being a woman in charge of things at home, and the writer who feels trapped in a non-stop one woman show of parental role playing.
my friend Domestic Slackstress has a similar problem. She too finds the occassional half eaten cookie wandering out from its hiding place beneath the stacks of papers and such. I have to give props to her though for pointing me in the direction of this juicy little news piece.
Finally people who not only understand my problem but embarce it as the norm and even claims that neatness is overrated and destroys creativity. Reeeaaallly? Well, in that case, my sinkful of dishes and pile of parenting magazines (that I can’t bring myself to part with) need to have a talk with my husband.
Not that I agree 100% with what is being said.
I will agree that to a certain point, the disorganization that plagues my domicile is somewhat organized. I know where things are on my desk. I know that under the pile in front of my dresser, beneath the clothes the baby has outgrown and to the left of last year’s report cards, are my favorite summer sandels. However, if I let it get out of control (as is the case in some areas) I dread it, it drags me down the rabbit hole and I lose valuable, productive, creative time worrying about where the permission slip for Shorty’s zoo field trip is.
But disorganization is a mericiless beast. Just when I get through to the bottom of one pile, another springs up. I try in vain to ward her off at every pass but when I can beat her down, clutter comes in the form of school papers, unclipped (but time and money saving) coupons, or that never-emptying basket of socks that have lost their partner.
So I will agree that my clutter and unorganized life does cause me stress and makes me unproductive… I mean how can I be creative when I can barely see the words though the pile in front of the monitor?
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