Everything Has It's Place

This morning I felt a sudden need to organize my house. Let's be brutally honest here; we all know that more than a few areas in my house are out of control. So why suddenly now?

Perhaps its the hormones surging through my veins right now, upsetting the delicate and precarious balance of estrogen and progesterone. Or perhaps it's my need to control something since so much seems to be out of my control right now. (Why thank you Blogger Dashboard, my in house therapist, for helping me with this insight) Whatever the case, areas were getting tackled today.

The first lucky area to get my attention was my front entryway closet. A tiny closet for the coats and assorted paraphernalia of 7 people is bound to be cluttered. But yesterday when I got Emma's coat out of the closet, I had to kick the door closed. The coats, bags, and assorted miscellaneous items were stacked up over two feet tall on the closet floor and bursting out like a weevil hatching from its egg when the door opened. Any self respecting weevil knows it belongs in the dark but all my crap accessories needed reminding. Bad weevil, I mean stuff. Time to put you in your proper place.

Why look at that exceptionally clean closet! You can even see the floor! Hats, gloves and scarves are organized in the baskets on the shelf. I was feeling quite proud of myself although if I had strong OCD tendencies I would currently be seeking professional attention for using three mismatched baskets. The horror! In any case, as I backed up to take this picture I nearly fell on my booty because I tripped on this stuff:

Who put all of that stuff there??? Uh, that would be the items removed to make the beautiful closet look so great. Now where do I put all that?

Okay, you know my messy desk area in my kitchen? You know the one that gets piled with tons of papers?

Yeah, that one.

Well, looky, looky there!

The cabinet under the counter was overflowing with things too. Not any more!

Can the wonder never end? But where did it all go?

Why is it that to clean a mess, you have to make a bigger one? Throw in two very helpful toddlers and it exponentially grows. I was glad to have those areas clean but honestly, this mess was making me tired.

At this point, the floor is picked up, I have a couple of stacks on my kitchen counter and my organizing frenzy ground to a screeching halt. But I did make an important self discovery. I love to organize but I don't love dealing with the left over stuff. The answer is so simple, why didn't I think of it before? I merely I need someone to organize my organizing. That or I need to make more Crack Bars for energy. Personally, I'm betting on the Crack Bars.