Monday, September 12, 2016
Plagues Upon the Disorganized
Yesterday was even more beautiful weather wise than Saturday-not fall like at all but pure summer bliss. Did DH and I enjoy any of it though? Nope. Between ripping out carpet and finally tackling under the kitchen and bathroom sinks and drawers, we ate up our Sunday. We are the truly unorganized and only seem to start getting our shit together when faced with deadlines. This time, we may have bitten off more than we can chew in the short window remaining. It's not that our house screams hoarders, but it yells chaos and clutter. The amount of crap that had to be moved to pull up the carpet was obscene, and we didn't really do a thorough job of cleaning it out-just moved a lot of things around. I'll spend a few hours each night bagging, boxing, and hauling things to the garbage the garage, or Goodwill. Another problem though, the garage won't hold much more crap either. That needs to be gone through and purged, but will need to wait until spring.
I have read and tested dozens of get organized books and have whipped this place into a nice state several times over the last two and a half decades, but we just don't keep it up. I see the plague the disorganization has on my household. When we finally tackle these jobs, I see the money waste. Rolls of t.p. and paper towels were crammed under the vanity sink, damp from something or other spilled on them, brand new but dried out deodorant sticks, and cleanser canisters that were a solid chunk, all useless now, as a few examples. The needless buying of items I didn't know we had. The DD's and I are stocked up on razors for a years based on what I found, if I don't manage to clutter up the drawers again.
I envy the organized and feel like my plight in life is to be cursed with household mess. I've dabbled in the minimalist method, but the only hope for me would be to literally take it on in full, purging everything but the bare essentials. Honestly, I can't see that happening, but with a good clean in certain areas, I see the layers of our life plagued with consumerism and too much stuff. I think how would we ever be able to move again? .As much as I was giddy with my flip flop haul, it would be pretty stupid if come next summer I couldn't find any of the pairs.We need to downsize now. Who else out there is a chronic clutter bug? Does it impair your quality of life? Did you break your cycle and is there hope for me?