Organization

Friday, May 09, 2014

Today I am grateful for organization.  I never thought I was a hoarder because if you walk in my house. . .well, you CAN walk in my house. You can’t walk into a hoarders house.  I know a few and I’ve tried.  Impossible.  Only they know the mouse maze.

Then I went to hang something in my closet.  I had to strong arm the clothes apart, leaning heavily on one end to jam another thing in.  Dresser drawers were an even bigger challenge.  Do all of these “clothes” fit?  Yeah right.  Do we wear all of these clothes?  Not hardly.  Do we even like all of these clothes?  Not a chance. 

So when the Big Brothers/Big Sisters called to say they are picking up soon, we leap-frogged into action like a heard of turtles.  Neither of us enjoy organizing.  This presents a problem of bad attitude versus major need.  Oh I like it when it’s done and so does he.   It’s the “git ‘er done” part we glitch on.

We agreed on the game plan.  Even if it fits, is in great shape, but you hate it and never wear it. . .it goes.  We did great. We have four large bags and counting.  Why am I saving shoes that even Cinderella couldn’t cram her foot into?  The color of that shirt is great, but it crawls up my armpits like bad underwear.  John tried on pants that he was sure “fit”.  He sucked it in so hard that I thought he’d pop a blood vessel.

Where not done, yet, but I’m grateful we’ve got a good start on getting organized in the body of the house.  That will gear us up to tackle the basement. . .maybe in six months.  We have to pace ourselves because we’re retired, now.  Dread.