I do. I really do love organizing. I am especially excellent at organizing things in other people's houses. But sometimes, like when I am trying to find an important paper or maybe just my kitchen countertop, I stop and think about organizing my own stuff and how lovely it would be live someplace tidy. But it generally doesn't go further than that.
My mother-in-law was kind enough to pick up a few things for me at Staples (Office Depot? I don't know) a (long) while back. And now I have all these file folders and this big box and I spent hours, weeks, maybe even what felt like a year, going through forty million papers and putting them in piles so those piles can then be put into folders. And now, seventy years later, all the files are in that beautiful box, all where they should be.
The trick now though it to keep the filing up when more papers enter this house, which is every single day.
I have been following along with this 30 day organizing blog and even though the blog is on like day 22, I'm still on day three. But I'm okay with that. So far, I have learned that I must look at the mail as soon as it comes into the house, throwing away anything I don't need that minute and stacking the rest of the papers in a box on my tiny little desk until filing day. It's unclear to me when filing day actually is, but I am assuming it'll be announced at some point. Meanwhile, my poor kids are left standing there wondering why I grab the mail out of their hands when they bring it inside, and run straight to the garbage can as if they brought me actual garbage. I tried explaining my new organizational habits, but they're still looking at me funny.
One day. One day they will understand. And when they do, I will buy them a file box with pretty file folders and show them the way.
Are you a Mom?
Of course you are,
your shirt is dirty :)