Hello Clutter Bugs! That's what I'm calling all you unfortunate people that are reading about my efforts to become at least a substandard version of a domestic goddess. Or at least someone that can find my cheque book. I dunno why I'm calling you that, I've just had this urge to give everyone nicknames lately. Its weird...but there you have it. Welcome to the wonder of me!
So I read some absolutely terrible advice yesterday as I gearing up to start this adventure of getting organized and decluttered. Some lady, who I'm sure has never had an unorganized junk drawer, said to start with the thing that bugs you the most. Then once that thing is cleaned up you'll feel motivated to keep going. Sounds great! Sounds positive! Makes total sense!
For the love of all that is holy do not! whatever you do! do not start with that thing! That thing that bugs you the most bugs you because you can't do a damn thing about it! If you could (whether that be in reality or in that cavernous head of yours....well mine.. full of self doubt, fear of failure and still licking the wounds of choosing the wrong motivational partners) you would have already done something about that blasted thing that drives you the most crazy!
My said thing is laundry. I hate laundry with the passion of a thousand suns. It is the absolute worst. Its not washing it. Its not drying it. Its only kind of putting it on hangers and folding it. But what I truly hate is when I have to put it away. Let me tell you why. I DON'T HAVE A PLACE TO PUT THE FUCKING STUFF!!! Now, before you say that I need to purge clothes so I have somewhere to put it. Its not that I don't have the SPACE to put it. Its that I have weird stuff and I don't know where to put it. I'm talking swimsuits and blankets and towels that are long past their new date but are still usable and extra pillows and robes and swaddling blankets and burp cloths and blankets that were given to us by a special person but that we don't use and stuffed animals that my kids won't miss until they see it and clothes that are perfectly good if they didn't have holes in them and winter jackets and slips and pantyhose, and socks that I havent had a match for in 10 years but one day I swear its going to turn up. Let's revisit that I am the QUEEN of forming sentimental bonds and what if stories. So put all that together and what do you get? MOUNDS of laundry that I cannot put away so it just sits in a basket until I've decided that I've lost my mind again and am going to get control of the laundry situation. I have not had my laundry completely done in 10 years. That's TEN fucking years of it hanging over my head. It is the bane of my existence, as my mother put it today. So all I needed to do today was put away three baskets of laundry. And I came up with one carefully crafted excuse after another and became paralyzed the entire day - not doing the laundry or anything else.
So I've determined that starting with the thing that bugs you the most is about the shittiest advice I've ever heard. I think tomorrow I'll try again with the baskets of laundry but my goal is to get rid of all the recipe books I haven't used in the 16 years I've had them. That I can wrap my head around. I'm declaring today a wash. Didn't get a damn thing done but learned a lot about following domestic diva's advice.