I think I must set the record straight. Some of you have gotten the impression that I am organized and structured. Nothing could be farther from the truth. I am a clutterer. A piler. A procrastinator. A good hearted one, to be sure, but still, I am not tidy nor timely. I do not have it "all together". I let things go. I have good intentions, but I don't get everything done on my list (if I can even find my list).
I know it's easy to see this tidy blog, and read about Hannah's busy schedule of outsourced activities, and think that I've got it all figured out. But, really, I don't. I invite people over to motivate me to pull out the vacuum and unearth the kitchen table. (I actually do invite people over because I like to have them here.)(But I do need to vacuum and shift piles of mail/newspaper/coupons/"important" things to less obvious locations.)
I have window treatments for my bedroom that have been awaiting installation for nearly two years. Hannah's drapes that have been waiting even longer.
I am a starter, but not a finisher. I begin projects, but rarely complete them unless I have a serious deadline. I'll get 80% finished and then run out of steam.
I come from a long line of clutterers and procrastinators. I don't like to make my bed. I like to imagine that there might be a few minutes in the day when I could crawl back in to read a chapter or two. And if I made the bed, then it would not beckon me so. And besides, I'd just have to unmake it at night.
Usually this problem solves itself since I tend to awaken before James. He is a bed maker. He is tidy. He keeps everything in its place. Of course, he did go to the Naval Academy, where many of his Felix Unger tendencies emerged.
But in 23 years of marriage we have managed to survive our disparate organizational styles. Over the years I have somewhat reigned in my chaos, and he has relaxed his standards.
Lest you disbelieve, here is some photo evidence:
James and I have back-to-back computer workstations.
Here is my workspace.
James, on the other hand, seems to live in a model home.
And here's mine. Overflow of reading material and belated greeting cards. Yes, that is a sample paint blotch on the wall. It's been there for 2 years. I will get the room painted at some point. Hopefully before we have to sell the house.
I could show you many more pictures...the walk-in closet we share. My half is called the "stumble-in closet".
Or the bathroom, with its dual sinks. To be fair, I have all of Hannah's hair clips and ponytail holders (we call them hair-doodees) as well as my "products".
Or you could stop in and see the kitchen when James is away on a business trip...that's not so pretty either. He's in charge of the dishes. I *can* do dishes, and will in a pinch. But it's not a top priority.
So there you have it. I don't have it all together. And I rather like it that way.