Everyone has that room in their house. You know, the one that you make sure the door is closed to whenever company is coming over? The one where you put everything that doesn’t have anywhere else to go? I have one of those rooms. Ok, I have a few of those. Organization is not my friend; in fact she doesn’t even know I exist.

Do NOT go in there! (Hey there's the vaccum!)

Do NOT go in there!
(Hey there’s the vaccum!)
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I try to keep up with the mess, I really do. Sometimes it’s a little overwhelming though. In fact, last weekend I spent over an hour cleaning dishes in the sink, putting them away and clearing off the stove. The next morning when I went to make coffee, I saw that my husband had left me the sweetest note. It said “The kitchen looks awesome, thank you for your hard work! Love you.” I was beaming and so proud of myself. Then I realized he had written the note on the edge of a dirty pizza box which was resting on top of a pile of clutter on the counter, in front of a kitchen table so piled with crap that we can’t even sit at it. Oh, the irony.

Before kid (B.K.), I was just as disorganized as I am now. I let clutter get the best of me, whether it was in my junk room (a.k.a. my home office) or in my closet. Don’t even get me started on my junk drawer! The difference now is that my cluttered ways are seeping in to my daughter’s way of thinking. And I’m busier than I ever was.

Last night when we were having one of our marathon bedtime conversations, my girl was talking about her room and how messy it was. She said her “junk” (her words, not mine) was everywhere. That made me sad because I want her to be grateful for the things she has, not think of it as junk. I also don’t want her to be stressed out because our house is messy.

I know what you’re thinking. She needs to be accountable for taking care of and putting away her toys. I know that and that’s the plan. I’m not going to be the mom that follows behind a playing child and cleans up after them. (And besides, haven’t we already established that picking up isn’t my strength?)

If I want her to start taking better care of her things and appreciate what she has, then I must do the same. I’m very lucky to be able to afford the things that I have, so why not act like it? No more just making piles of things I don’t know what to do with. No more dirty dishes in the sink or piles of dirty (or are they clean?) laundry in the dining room. That’s a start. But I can’t just do what I’ve always done. Buying more bins. Stacking bills on the desk (once I can physically find it). What I’m saying is that I need an intervention.  I have to approach this in a new way.

This journey has two paths.  First one of gratefulness, second one of organizing the chaos.  I just found this quote and feel that part of my solution lies within in it.  

Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend. Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today and creates a vision for tomorrow.-Melody Beady
 

Help a sister out.  How do you show the universe that you are grateful?  What cleaning, sorting or organizing tips work for you?  Or is this the truth of it all:

 

...said the person with the immaculate kitchen...

…said the person with the immaculate kitchen.
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