I’ve mentioned before that my husband and I are pretty neat people. We like our house to be clean and organized. And then sometimes life gets a bit more complicated than usual and we find ourselves having less and less time to mop the floors or pick up the clutter.
This has happened over the last couple of months.
And then we find ourselves getting frustrated. We complain that things are messy and disorganized. A lot.
And then something snaps because WE JUST CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE and we get back on the path to keeping up our house.
And, so, this happened last week.
I was FED UP with things not finding their way back to their rightful place. I was so OVER the piles of random papers on the kitchen counter. And I was OMG-I-AM-GOING-TO-SCREAM ticked off at the state of our cabinets which looked like a hot mess. And so I took matters into my own hands and decided to get crackin’.
I started with one messy cabinet and moved on to the next. I took everything out, threw out what could be thrown out, and put everything back in an organized and rational way. Ah, organization and rationality. Totally dig those guys.
I started with the cabinet where we keep some of our kid-friendly plates and bowls. This thing was all sorts of disorganized and had shelves of stuff that we didn’t use anymore (bottles?!?! breast pump accessories?!?! little forks and spoons that the kids stopped using months and months ago?!?!? sippy cups?!?!). I tossed all of that stuff and moved things around and now it makes me happy.
Then, I moved on to the fridge. There was all sorts of nastiness up in there, stuff that had expired so long ago that I am actually humiliated to admit it. And there was no rhyme or reason to where things were placed. Which made finding things in there a challenge. So, again, I took everything out. I tossed the stuff that could be tossed and put everything that was still good back in in a sensical fashion. Again, I am happy. Happy because I was actually able to find things in there while I was making dinner last night. Gone were the days of me standing there with the fridge door open, staring into it blankly and wondering where the heck the heavy cream was. Because it was there, in plain sight. Hello, heavy cream. How you doin’?
Next, I tackled the pantry. Again, stuff was shoved everywhere and we honestly couldn’t tell what we had or didn’t have or where anything was. Once again, I pulled everything out and then organized it and put it back in.
It’s times like these when you discover that you have four containers of chicken stock. Ugh. Chicken stock a-plenty up in my crib, y’all.
And, finally, I cleaned out the cabinet above our kitchen desk. It’s where we keep a lot of our pet stuff and other random stuff. As I cleaned out this cabinet, I discovered about 10 empty dog treat bags. I also re-discovered our KEEPING ME SAFE FROM EVIL MEN AND WILD ANIMALS kit (see here), which had unexpectedly gone missing weeks ago. Phew. I think the evil men and wild animals were starting to get ideas.
And I’m just getting started. There’s a coat closet and a linen closet I plan to tackle next. I’m like a crazy woman on an organization mission now, people. Watch yourselves.