Friday, April 4, 2014

Get Your Sh*t Together!

The half packed boxes had been sitting in the corner of my office for months, taunting me. The haphazard stack of photographs I printed for Christmas were perched on the Christmas cookie tin, mocking me. The fact that I accidentally bought two birthday cards for the same person just yesterday, yet could find neither of them today, frightened me.

It was all a reminder that I needed to get my shit together.

In an effort to find my Bohemian rug for the Zen Den, I spent the afternoon yesterday on my hands and knees, digging through the attic. While there I finally unearthed a bin of throw blankets that had been missing for six months. They were hidden behind a portable toilet that Brock lovingly gifted me when our septic system backed up in 2009 and my word processor from 1994- because those are apparently "keepers" in this house. I never found the rug, but I did find the original plastic zipper bag for the crib bedding I was sending to a friend. I told her I would send it two weeks ago, but it was sitting in a corner... in my office... along with my cousin's wedding gift... the one who was married last summer. The zipper bag was full of Mary Kay make-up samples and office supplies. I had thrown it in there two year ago, telling myself, "I'll sort through this another day". I drug it downstairs and dumped it out on my bedroom floor. It seemed "another day" had arrived.

It was all a reminder that I needed to get my shit together.

I redecorated the boys room last week and still hadn't bought lamps. I had yet to buy gifts for two babies and one wedding. I wanted to get a jump the boys' Easter baskets. I spent the morning collecting those things. I finally found and purchased the light bulbs that I originally wanted for the pendant lights in the kitchen. The ones Brock installed over six years ago. I was on top of that task!

I bled money.

I like 50% off sales and I cannot lie.

It was all a reminder that I needed to get my work done so I could earn more money.

I pulled into the driveway and looked at the big tree. It needed to be trimmed but the estimate from the tree people was over $2,200. Then I looked at the garage. It needed to burn down. Then I thought about the 43 unfinished projects that were lingering and the lawn mower that I needed to purchase and the fact that the horses were arriving in 29 days and I had a minor panic attack.

It was all a reminder that I needed to get my shit together.

Once inside, I packaged the baby gift for my cousin's new infant girl. Three months old is still new, right? After ripping apart the closet, I realized that the only wrapping paper in my home was either Santa Claus or Camouflage. Target already owned my bank account and I wasn't about to return there a second time in one day, so the boys and I went to work with perfectly preserved drawing paper I bought in 1995 and three month old markers that were missing half the caps. I even found the perfect sized box to fit the gift. Then we did baby gift number two- and that baby wasn't even born yet! Art time plus two checks off the to-do list!

Getting there! Making a giant mess in the process!

I started to feel like I was getting my shit together.

Taking a break from "Art-hour", we all sat on the couch for "Homework-hour". Thing 1 practiced his reading. Then the boys watched me package more gifts for shipping. Unfortunately, that meant there was no time to cook dinner, but we know how to improvise! (Brock) I made a mental checklist of how many things to take to the post office the next day. Five. Check!

I probably should have written it down. My brain is like a funnel cloud with an entire house, the contents of the city dump and an angry cow flying around in it. But I was getting my shit together!

By the end of the day, I was starting to feel better, but I was exhausted. Dinner (ala Brock) was consumed and the kids were shuffled to bed and tucked in with kisses and prayers. My foot was aching and I couldn't breathe unless I had my mouth open. I had been to the Doctor three nights ago and was on antibiotics for some gunk I've had since February. It took me seven weeks to finally take myself to the Doctor, but I finally went. It was time to call it a day. I walked into my room and suddenly remembered that I needed to sort through that pile of Mary Kay crap on my floor. I had also washed the sheets, but hadn't yet made the bed. I sighed.

It all reminded me that I needed to get my shit together.

This morning, I woke up coughing at 5 a.m. I decided to get a head start on the day. I crept out of bed and started the coffee. As I sat in silence for an hour, I sipped my coffee and looked at Pinterest. All those Pins from people who had their shit together! It simultaneously inspired me and made me feel worthless. With big plans for organization and success, I immediately started packaging the rest of the items to be shipped. I wrote thoughtful notes and found mailing envelopes while making breakfast, answering 138 questions, gathering Thing 1's school items and signing off on homework.

I felt like I was getting my shit together!

Then I went to find my address book. It is Pepto Bismol pink and easy to spot. I almost always keep it in the cabinet above Brock's computer. Yet when I opened the door. It was not there. No problem. Sometimes I throw it in the basket of paperwork that I haven't sorted through. Yet when I dumped it out, it was not there. No problem. Every once in a while I toss it in the other basket of paperwork that I have sorted through. Yet when I dug through it, it was not there. No problem. Sometimes I throw it in my purse. Yet when I dug through it, it was not there. Then I checked my jewelry cabinet. Nope. I walked in my socks, in 23 degree temperature, out to my truck. Nada. I dug through all the other office cupboards. No.


How was I supposed to get my shit together when I can't even find my shit?

I know what you're thinking,
"She's clearly so organized. I'm shocked she can't find anything!"

In a final, irritated attempt, I dug through my art supplies. I did not find my address book, but I did find two cards that my kids had made my Dad for Father's Day. Lat year. They had never been sent. Whoops. I threw them on the spare bed. I would deal with those later.

I started to sort through the paperwork from the basket of "needs to be sorted" papers that I dumped all over the buffet. In the pile, I found the Pepto Bismol pink address book. Hallelujah!

Now all I have to do is finish packaging things, write address labels, load everything (including myself and Thing 2) in the truck, drive to the post office and mail everything.

But the dishes are calling my name, I still haven't showered and I need to get some writing done...

Dirty dishes are stupid.

Now taking applications for a sister wife. Must be physically hideous, pathologically clean, an excellent cook, great with children and love manual labor. 


  1. Odd that you should write this today. I just went through "That Drawer In the Kitchen" (the real drawer, not my blog) and cleaned out shit that has been in there for the entire four years we have lived in this apartment. Some of it probably came over with us when we moved from the 2 BR apt across the parking lot to this 3 BR.

    Great minds and all that!

    Fearless Leader

  2. "My brain is like a funnel cloud with an entire house, the contents of the city dump and an angry cow flying around in it." Brilliant!! Love the red lamp. Hope you find that sister wife........

  3. You make me want to start getting my shit together too. I guess they call it spring cleaning for a reason!