Now, I am by no means an organized person. You are invited to come knock on my door at any time and my house is pretty neat. By no means and I mean by NO means are you to open any cabinets or drawers and under NO circumstances should you open the door to my laundry room. If you follow those rules, we'll get along just fine. Sadly, I must admit that I am a SHOVER.
So, when vacation time rolls around and it's time to pack my family of four up to hit the road? In a nutshell...it's a problem. I don't have labeled bins and baskets or a fancy color coding system, I have my mind and where I think something may be. I generally do OK if nobody is watching me round up bathing suits from a backpack of long forgotten items. I can run the floors of my house (utilizing each one) to gather the necessary items. Locating sunglasses in the linen closet or sunblock with my spices. There might be a few trips here or there to the store to find those must haves that I know we possess but cannot find. (they surface again...but not until it's too late!) The point is, I get it done. I'm just SURE that it could be faster and easier!
Every time I do this I think to myself, that this is the last time. I am going to come home from vacation and find a home for everything. But then...I get home...the explosion of the suitcases makes me feel chaotic and pressed to have my veil of neatness regained (what if you came to the door?) So what do I do? Shove it back where it fits. Hopefully I will help myself by doing it some day but until then? I'll just keep on shovin'.
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