I do my Spring cleaning in the Fall. I think it’s because Fall feels like the beginning of the year to me. A time for new starts and fresh starts and cleaning out all of the old stuff that has accumulated. This year I am on a rampage.
I’ve torn apart every cabinet in my kitchen and reorganized the food, the containers, the lids (I hate the lids!) and the junk drawers. I think I may have spent over $300 dollars on organizational equipment in the last week. I bought spice racks, lazy susans, storage containers, dishes, stick-on hooks, baskets…this list could go on and on. I’m in a frenzy that reeks of desperation. I can’t take the clutter or the chaos anymore! It’s driving me to insanity. I want my life back. I want to be able to find things again. I want to run a tight ship around here. I want to stop buying things twice (or even more often) because I cannot find the first one I bought. Mostly, I want to feel at peace when I step into my home.
With all of the blogging and art making I am doing my home has taken a backseat. It’s starting to catch up with me. For instance, I pulled out a box of cereal the other day that expired two years ago. A remnant from my coupon obsessed days when I bought in bulk because the deal was so amazing! Of course those deals don’t really count if they just sit in your cabinet waiting to rot or expire or turn into some kind of toxic sludge.
Once the kitchen is done I plan to harass the pantry. Then the bathrooms. Then I will kick some toy butt in Tiny-Small’s room. She’s basically got one giant pile of toys stuffed into various containers that need to be sorted and organized. Some toys might make their way to the basement too. She can’t play with anything because it’s all over the place. So, I am planning to give every item a spot. That way we know where to put it away. No excuses! No excuses for any of us!
I am also secretly sneaking junk into the yard sale pile and hoping Jim doesn’t go snooping. He keeps more stuff than I do. That’s saying something. He lives by the saying, “The guy who dies with the most stuff wins.” The stuff doesn’t even have to be toys. He keeps socks with more holes than sock. He keeps every piece of paper he has ever touched. He keeps broken knickknacks and bags with logos on them. I swear, if I die first he’s going to make it into the hoarders hall of fame. Well, maybe that’s an exaggeration, but then again, maybe it’s not. I am no better. I have piles in strategic locations. I have blogging piles, art piles, stuff to file piles, clothing to fold piles, bills to pay piles, and of course piles of “to-do” notes…lists…whatever!
The holidays are coming. I need to get this place in shape before that chaos is upon us. There isn’t much time so I am putting in the hours to get it all done. I hope I get to a point where I can sigh with relief because my house is calm and put together. Because I am calm and put together. I am looking forward to the day where I can find my measuring spoons immediately and I can walk into Tiny-Small’s room and not step on a toy. That day will come, right? RIGHT??? Just say yes, even if you have to lie. I am desperate. I need to believe my life is going to change for the better once I get rid of, and categorize, and line up all of this stuff.
Give me some hope! Have you ever reorganized your home, yourself, your life and managed to keep it that way? Got any tips for me? I could use the help. Do you do your Spring cleaning in the Fall too?
Just a quick update: My Organized Pantry!