Showing posts with label clutter. Show all posts
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Wednesday, November 3, 2010

I have to be organized…I have no brain space to spare



I have a favorite day of the week…It’s a day that always starts out just like the other 6…the difference is, its great no matter the weather, no matter what is for breakfast, or even whether or not I’ve had my coffee…no matter what, it’s just great.  It fills me with a sense of renewal and relief and it is complete to moment I hear the rumble of that huge truck streaming down my road.   When it stops in front of my house, I can feel my pulse quicken and my mind race…No it’s not the cute construction workers next door, (clean it up ladies)…It’s the garbage truck!  I love; no love, love garbage day.  For us is comes every Monday, and frankly with all of the gloom that Mondays usually bring, for me it’s filled with pure joy!  In the same way that many love to shop and horde; I love to throw stuff away (and of course recycle and donate)for real.  My husband worries that if he sits still for more than 5 minutes, he may be the next victim, and my children hang on to their toys as if their lives depend on it…Nothing or no one is safe from my purging! (ok so maybe my children are but my husband should continue to worry!) It thrills me to go through drawers and just randomly grab stuff and throw it out. Of course this does occasionally come back to bite me in the butt, like when I need that special part to that expensive pampered chef gadget (what is up with that stuff??) and I realized that I had thrown it out the week before.  The other day this actually did happen but luckily I realized it just before pick up and found myself scrounging through the trashcan on the street in my pajamas…I did find it, and I entertained the neighbors at the same time.   Lesson learned?? I doubt it!
What I do know is that there has to be a happy medium.  Getting rid (or wanting to at least) of tons of stuff may not be the best answer, but keeping it all, is not either.  I believe that having cramped drawers, piles of paper, stuffed cabinets and packed closets leads to a feeling of being overwhelmed. A cramped, messy environment, I think is added stress to most people…of course for some more than others.  It is easy to feel like there is no way out when you look around, and every corner seams to have a permanent pile of random messes…something to take up brain space.   
Before we get our challenge, I have to preface it by saying that my house is not spotless and I would usually hate for any guest to venture past my living room… So here it is…
Go through one drawer every day and purge it.  Have an area for keep, move, trash, or donate and put every item into one of these categories, then put it back together with every item going where it belongs.  Don’t hesitate to get rid of those little things you never use, or put them in a box in the attic and see how soon you miss them.  I bet you don’t.   You will find that this takes very little time and will create a sense of accomplishment (I bet you show your husband when he gets home, or better yet brag to your bff!) 
Also I have been recently trying to not set anything down where it does not belong.  I don’t know about you, but between my kids, my husband and myself, all I do all day long is pick stuff up!  I find that if I at least put whatever is in my hands where is belongs, I have a lot less mess to pick up. Try it…see if it “lightens your load”
I encourage you to go through your mail the moment you bring it in.  If you do this daily, it takes only moments.  If you wait until the pile on your counter is the size of Mt. Everest, you will be discouraged.  I put all mail into a shred, husband, or me category and put them in the appropriate place right away.  I even let my 5 year old “help” by letting her open up the important envelopes (ie: junk mail) This takes no time and alleviates the stress of that huge pile taking up precious real estate on my counter. 
One last thing (I know I’ll get letters for this one) not every project brought home from school needs to be attached to your fridge.  They are only special if you can see them…This goes for pictures too…(I know you hate me now) but really, I suggest picking an art wall in your house and make it a certain size; ours is in my kid’s room and it is covered in so many special treasures I can’t even describe.  The rule is that once it is full, one has to be taken down before a new one goes up.  So when a piece of art becomes the “most specialist of all mommy”, we take one down, date it, put it away in the treasure box then the new treasure can go up.  This makes their projects much more special!  You can do the same thing with pictures; they have a lot more meaning when displayed well.  A clear fridge may not thrill you the way it does me, but try it.  Just see if the clean space brings you as much joy as garbage day does for me!
I have a ton more ideas but these are just a few simple ways to start making your environment more relaxing and enjoyable.  So I challenge you to pick one or all and try it out… Let me know how it goes, or share your own great ideas for attempting bring order to our crazy lives!

The Complicator…





  
                        

It was over 90 outside the other day and my son Thatcher was out playing on his new slip and slide. He refused to drink water from his cup because he wanted to drink out of the “sprinklerest” attachment to the slide instead. He did this for over a half hour before he gave up and came in to get a drink.
It occurred to me that I do the same thing in almost ever aspect of my life…I complicate things that don’t need to be complicated. If Kyra Sedgwick is “The Closer” … I am “The Complicator”… and a very dramatic complicator at that.
That same night I got done mowing the lawn at like 9:30 - yes it was dark(complicated) - My husband went in to check on the boys and realized that Sawyer wasn’t in his bed. We ran around the house inside and out calling for him. I was terrified wondering how he could have gotten past me. I immediately thought of the pack of cyotes that surrounds our house nightly and FRA-HEAKED out. (drama) I ran the 200 yards down the hill to my moms, screaming frantically…”MOM!! MOM!!! Sawyer’s gone, Sawyer’s gone.” Being a little bit of a dramatic complicator herself she joined my hysteria and we headed back up the trail to my house screaming all the way. Half way up the trail I heard CJ (my husband) yelling that he had found Sawyer in our bed asleep.  Ahh woops … apprarently when I looked in my room I thought the lump in my bed was part of the laundry, books and lord only knows what else that was already on my bed that night. (dramatically complicated!)
My husband rolled his eyes, turned around and walked back inside like he always does when I create chaos out of nothing. And I started thinking…WHY AM I LIKE THIS??…why is every part of my life so flippen complicated?? I’ll tell you why…I have TOO MUCH STUFF!!! Seriously, I know I’m prone to drama, but my house doesn’t always have to be messy. There doesn’t always have to be 5 loads of clean/dirty laundry in baskets on my couch. I don’t always have to be 20-30 minutes late for EVERYTHING!! I’m telling you STUFF is the culprit. I like to pull the “I have two kids with special needs” card as my excuse… but honestly, if we didn’t have triple the toys, triple the clothes, triple the pretzels that just end up ground into my carpet anyway…my life would be much much simpler!!
So here’s what I’m going to do…I’m going to go through every cupboard, every drawer and every closet and get rid of what we don’t need, and is just plain excess.  Do it with me if you’re brave enough…because being “The Complicator” … life is chaotic and dramatic enough.