No Rest for the Messy

Amy and I had a good laugh at our own expense a couple of weeks back when we were going on our fourth consecutive snow day. We both agreed that we were squandering our free time, and while all the time off should have lent itself to well-organized, neat as a pin houses, we were living instead in squalor. Now two weeks later, having worked two consecutive weeks of five consecutive days (not an easy task I might add), my house is no more organized than it was two weeks ago. I'll have to remember to ask Amy how hers looks.

The other day I couldn’t find a cookbook. No, not a single printed recipe in a pile of papers, but an entire cookbook. This morning I couldn’t find my car tax records, which I need in order to file my state income tax. Nor could I find the blue topaz ring I wanted to wear.

I have beautified a little recently—fresh alstromeria on my dining room table, daffodils on my coffee table—but I want to put one of my new tablecloths on my dining room table and, more importantly, find things when I need them. It shouldn’t take more time to find my accessories for the day than it does to shower or style my hair.

The time has come to get rid of the clutter of winter and get ready for the possibility of spring.