I have a new life.
I am “organized.”
Now, don’t go and think that means I have all my meals planned for the week, or that I have my food storage up to date, or that I have the sack lunches for school made the night before or even that I may remember my own flip flops when I go to my son’s game (yep, I forgot them last year…had to beg Gracie to let me borrow hers that I tip-toed around on all night).
No, that will take years of effort for me to get to that point.
What I’m saying when I say I’m “organized” is that my friend totally inspired me so much in her enrichment schpeal about organization that I made her come to my house and “organize” me.
We spent three days pulling out everything in my kitchen, laundry room/office and putting it all back…organized.
Boy oh boy, does it ever feel good.
Dave is giddy. He LOVES organization. I “introduced” our kids to our “new house” and I must say they were quite giddy too.
But I must say I’m the giddiest. It feels SO good. What is it they say about “cleanliness is next to godliness”? Hmmm. I’m adding that organization is pretty darn far up there too.
Now if I can only remember which cabinet to open every time I want to get a particular spice or a cup for a drink…that’ll come right?