A Day In The Life of An Organizer
So, I'm writing today to tell you that dispite my organizing skills, and all of the effort that I put in to it, it seems that disaster always lurks around the corner.
Like yesterday...my son has destroyed most of my lipsticks at one time or another. He has an obsession with my bathrooms. He is drawn to an open bathroom door as a moth is drawn to a flame. Then he takes out the toothbrushes and sucks on them...mmmm...delicious...for him anyway! Sickening for the rest of us poor saps! Okay, I've gone off on a tangent. Oh yes, so I've hidden all of my lipsticks in an upper drawer. But yesterday, my son found them and tried them on once again!
And then I folded a load of laundry on my bed, but had to dash out of the room to prevent a potential two year old disaster, and didn't get to finish putting my laundry away.
My husband came home, hugs and kisses all around, we had dinner, blah blah blah. After dishes I went into my room to finish my original task of laundry to find that somewhere in the two hours I had left it, my son had once again climbed onto my bed and had a hay day destroying my hard work of folding.
I stormed out of my bedroom and just to make it clear, I expressed to Dustin that "THIS IS WHY I FEEL LIKE A HAMSTER ON A SPINNING WHEEL ALL DAY." Because I do the same thing over and over again.
I doubt I'm the only one who feels that way, but I just wanted everyone to know that this is a typical day in my very "Organized" life.