From epic mess to war zone, part one: the confession

If I believe (and why wouldn’t I) what my parents tell about me when I was little, there has been a time in my life when I liked everything neat and organized. I sorted my toys, I loved detailed work and I adored putting snippets of paper into the bin. I guess in a way you could say I haven’t changed that much. I still love everything neat and organized.

One of my biggest talents however seems to be my capacity to turn a room in an epic mess in the blink of an eye. And I do it everywhere. My locker at school is to be opened with a safety helmet, my wardrobe is a battlefield and my purse contains a surprising amount of useless stuff where I have to put my hands on before finally finding my wallet (or not).

To save my husband’s sanity (and our marriage, for that matter), I have promised him (I almost had to put it my wedding vows) to keep things fairly tidy in our living areas. Most of the time, I manage to keep my promise.

But then there’s that room. Luckily, it’s not part of the living areas. It’s more like storage. It’s my work space. It’s…

 

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this. No longer battlefield. War zone.

Every time I open that door, I know I should finally tackle that room, clean it up, throw things out, find things back, even if it’s just only a square inch at a time. So let’s add this one to yesterday’s food challenge. I give myself four months. By August 31, it must be spotless.  Just in time for the new school year. At least I have a nice, clean place to make my epic mess then.

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Author: Elvira

Woman, wife, mother. Trying to slow down and take the time to listen.

1 thought on “From epic mess to war zone, part one: the confession”

  1. Yes – this is our shed!! One of those things you just avoid because it seems so daunting. GOod luck with organising it!

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