I am a self-proclaimed organizational freak. Things have a place. An order. Somewhere they belong. Really, don’t we all want that!?
There is a sense of comfort in knowing you can find what you need when you need it without tearing apart the house.
Needless to say, my house is not in optimal organized shape. The lovely ladyfriend traveled a lot for research last fall and is now writing her dissertation. If you are close to anyone in a PhD program you will understand. If not, then just trust me when I tell you it is a special kind of hell. We are barely holding it together around here. There are piles. And stacks. Hidden items. The tool box is now a tool pile. The space on the dining table that isn’t covered by library books is occupied by crafts-in-progress. Recipes- 90% organized, but yet unfinished- are covering the chopping block. I lost my camera for 2 days because it fell behind my computer chair (narrowly missing the bag full of unfinished knitting projects or the gym bag where it might never be found.)
You get the point. It isn’t pretty all the time. Yet. We are getting by. We are working. I’m baking and cooking all our food. We make a bit of time for hanging out with friends. We are being awesome mamas to the amazing babylady. We have planted all our indoor seed starts. We have seedlings popping up outdoors and the garden is getting cleaned up for spring.
But the onslaught of new seed packets and catalogs almost did me in. Aside from the fact that I wanted everything, it was just too much. The big bin of seed packets, tools, labels, markers, old tags, bags of cover crop seed all tossed together in a big ol’ jumble? That is no way to treat some seeds! Trying to dig through it and figure out what I’d planted and what I hadn’t? Uh, more chaos? Where were the spring planting crops? Summer? For a gal like me it has the makings of a bad dream.
Enough. No More. Lookie, lookie what I did!