I had made a schedule of all I was going to accomplish while they were
gone. Cleaning, like deep cleaning, organizing, paint the chicken coop,
reading, lots of writing and catch up with friends over coffee.
I had been pinning tons of organizational ideas from Pinterest for
quite a while and I was ready to get down to business.
As the boys pulled away at 4 a.m. on their journey, I got started. I moved all the
furniture in the living room, lifted the rug and began to scrub the tile.
Three hours later the living room was cleaner than it had been
since 2003, when our first child was born!
I kept on going with the mad woman cleaning and decided that a mass
re-organization of closets and the kitchen was in order. As the day
and the next day progressed, the organizing of the re-organizing became
my consuming mission for the week. I would wake up with new ideas on
how to improve on the organizing of the re-organizing. The excitement
kept me going because I convinced myself that my life had been a mess without
everything being in a perfectly organized manner.
The hall closet became my triumph on Friday. The casserole dishes in
perfect color coded, nesting order was the winner for Saturday and the
meticulous order of spices in the upper cabinet was my Saturday night fun.
It became an obsession to make every drawer and closet in tip-top order.
After four days I became exhausted.
I had not worked on any writing, I pushed off coffee with friends and I
had organized so well that I was unable to find anything anymore.
The more I organized, the more I found to organize and I could not
seem to break the cycle. It was strange. Although I felt happy
about most of my cleaning, I began to miss my boys
not the dirt, but the boys.
Finally, they arrived home and I couldn’t wait to show them all that I
had accomplished. But then they had such awesome stories about the
people they met, the activities they got to do and some pretty incredible
lifelong memories that…
My cleaning and organizing became insignificant.
Now, the cleaning I did was needed, and some of the organizing is
definitely helping with keeping track of things, but beyond that it was
over-kill. I let the ideas I saw from other people’s perfect cabinets and closets
become my dream and in the process I let time with friends and
other priorities slip by.
The funny thing is, I am doing some research on Laura Ingalls Wilder
for some of my writing, and I came across a pretty cool book that has a
compilation of articles she wrote for the Missouri Ruralist farm paper.
She was an awesome woman with thoughts that even a modern day
woman can embrace. One quote in particular made me laugh. If only
I had read it before all my organizing pins from Pinterest and turning
into a mad woman on a mission!
“The trouble with organizing a thing is that pretty soon folks
get to paying more attention to the organization than to
what they’re organized for.”
So my friends quit your organizing and call a friend to come
over for coffee. She won’t care if your floors are dirty or if your
casserole dishes are color coordinated. She will just be glad to
come over to your unorganized house and feel right at home.