Every time I pick up a magazine, it shouts from the cover “Get Organized.: 10 Easy Steps for a Clutter-free Home.” Are they talking to me? Although my husband calls me Miss Organized, and not in a flattering way, I think I’m trying. What he doesn’t seem to realize is that I am multi-tasking. That means whenever I’m doing something, I’m thinking of the next thing I have to do without finishing the first. I get bored easily, so jump from project to project. I don’t mean for this to happen, but it usually occurs because I’m distracted or interrupted by a phone call. This means I’m currently looking at my scrapbooking project on one table, my cookbook compilation on another, and a desk filled with bills and bank statements that won’t quit. What’s a girl to do?
The main reason I cannot follow the instructions on Living Organized is because I’d rather be in the kitchen, where I feel my true creativeness comes alive. By the time I clean up, it’s time for a nap, so my other projects just have to wait. To me keeping house seems like one big circle with no end. Just when I think I’m done, the ice maker stops making ice, the dishwasher needs a service man, the toilet overflows or the windows need washing. It’s impossible to catch up. But I refuse to let it upset me. Tomorrow is a new day with renewed energy to tackle each and every task.
After breakfast in the morning, I try taking a brisk walk and swim a few laps in the pool. I’m now exhausted and haven’t even begun my day. I try straightening out the office, sorting through the bills and accumulated mail, when I stop to check my emails. That’s easily an hour gone by, but I’ll get to the task at hand, maybe after lunch. That’s when the mailman comes. There are new magazines to read. Great! I’ll just scan through the pages quickly while lying on the couch. Oops! I fell asleep. What? My husband’s home and it’s time to prepare dinner. After cleaning up the dishes, my favorite programs air on TV. Before you know it, it’s bedtime. Okay, I’ll begin a new routine tomorrow.
My husband has suggested that I make a to-do list and check off each thing as I accomplish it. That’s what he does and it works for him. First thing on the list: Rearrange the refrigerator. It seems that my hubby cannot find things if they’re not right up front on the shelf. That’s because he never looks behind anything, but whatever, I’ll give it a shot. He says that he is afraid to move anything for fear it will come tumbling out. That more or less sums up my efficiency in this area. When it comes to the freezer, I guess I’ll have to put things in alphabetical order so he can find what he’s looking for. Next on the list: Empty the dishwasher. That’s my hate job. I don’t mind filling it, but for some reason, hate emptying it. Luckily, hubby will do it for me. Next: Vacuum the kitchen floor. After all the cooking and baking I’ve been doing, just a few crumbs got away this time. But there’s no hiding them under the rug because we have a tile floor. Have no choice but to mop up before the little critters move in. Just a little bit of advice coming from hubby: Focus on what you are doing. He might think that’s easy, maybe for him, but how involved can you get in menial tasks? I’ve got better things to do with my time. Next on the list is laundry. Is he kidding? The last time I did a load of laundry, I was sopping up suds for an hour. He didn’t tell me how much detergent to use. Do they still have clothes that need ironing? Well, I don’t buy them. If they’re his, he has to do it. I’ll stick with micro fiber. No ironing needed. Just wash and hang, Clean the garage. I’m always in doubt whether or not to throw it out. That’s why the garage looks like a flea market. I have sort through stuff maybe ten times already and the pile hasn’t gone down one bit. I know that as soon as I throw it out, somebody is going to ask to borrow it. I can’t let that happen. I need to be in friendlier territory…in familiar surroundings where I feel most comfortable. That would be my kitchen. Here is where my creative juices come alive. I love the entire process. Making something from scratch; watching the dough rise and molding the pieces into all kinds of shapes and sizes. Baking them in the oven where the aroma fills the house and heightens my joy. Floods of memories come back as I remember being in mama’s kitchen as a child and smelling the sweet fragrance of fresh cinnamon raisin bread. This is my world. I know where every pot and pan is. I can put my finger on any ingredient at any time in my kitchen. This is where I belong. Why does it always have to be about organizing? My cupboard and closets can be color coded but then there would be nothing good to eat. I doubt that I will spend much time agonizing over organizing for the next decade. I might just get a bright idea … like hiring a housekeeper.