A Realization

Honestly, sometimes I wonder about myself. This getting rid of things thing has caused me a few small epiphanies. I had one last week. I use loose face powder every day. My current powder came with a small brush that I don't use. The brush is attached to the container at the top. Every day I'd open the lid, take the brush off, put the brush down, apply the powder, put the brush back, and put the lid back on.

Suddenly one morning I wondered why I was removing and returning this stupid brush to the same spot WHEN I DON'T EVEN USE IT.

I immediately threw it in the garbage and added a tick mark to my list.

[Now, Dr. Monster would call this a Teachable Moment and urge you to be more thoughtful in your day-to-day life, considering more deeply the impact of your actions and the power that habit has over everything you do. But she feels that seems overly "deep" today. Plus she has a party to plan and cheesecake to make.]

What DO I do all day?

Sooooo distracted these days. Waiting for Spring to FINALLY arrive - in short but sweet two-day stints. Researching peanut-free Crispy Crunch bars. Reading several books. Laundry laundry laundry. And the toddler bed is in the front room (don't ask).

Looking at nursing necklaces on Etsy. Fantasizing about new stroller in which to strap incorrigible 3 year old. Half price Frappuccino happy hour at Starbucks. Searching for nursing dresses online. Considering making own nursing dress. Search for bamboo jersey knit online. Recall that I pretty much suck at sewing.

Mad tidying/decluttering/2013 things removal/office clean-up in short spurts when all 3 children happen to all be occupied at the same time. This happens for about 20 minutes once a week. Not enough when incorrigible child can spread out 4 years of Chirp Magazines in 10 seconds flat.

Taking pictures every day.

Trying to put external hard drive together. I have no idea what I'm doing. Cannot find instructions. Oh crap, where are the screws for the EHD? Ah, there they are, under the La-Z-Boy. Of course. OK, it's put together. Oh wait, it doesn't turn on. (Don't I have a brother to do these sorts of things for me??? Mental note: don't make brother cheesecake for upcoming birthday.) Take apart EHD. Shove it in better. Make five "That's what she said" jokes and miss brother in Vancouver. Now it turns on. Must format EHD. Ummm, whhich format? How am I supposed to know? E-mail tech brother. (Add cream cheese to grocery list.) Format EHD. Transfer a bunch of photos. Wait to see if hard drive will crash. So far, so good.

Hope for the Disorganized?

I came across a blog post the other day that completely warmed my heart: Where to start when you're totally disorganized.

OK, so first off, let me tell you that the pictures associated with the post are not the definition of "totally disorganized." Ummmm, no. That living room has nothing on a family room after 3 minutes of attention from the average toddler. And that office clutter? I think I need to show these people my office.

Or maybe that would be bad for their health? I hope none of them have heart problems. I'd need to see a signed note from their doctors before opening the office door.

Anyway, I had to laugh when I read the article, because you know what it means to me? That I'm not alone! Sometimes I feel like I'm the only disorganized procrastinator who has a messy house. But if there's another blog post out there about being so disorganized that you don't know where to start - well, then, I can't be alone.

Solidarity!

PS: The office is still in major disaster mode. It is getting better but I can't just clear everything out and start over so it kind of wavers between more and less space as I go through things. I've got a long (and I mean long!) road ahead of me yet. Sigh.