“A place for everything, and everything in its place.” That’s been my motto for decades, and it’s served me well. However, right now at my house, that’s not happening.
There are a few projects going simultaneously, and the stuff each one requires is in the way. But it can’t be stashed: it’s sort of like a Rubik’s Cube: step-by-step, and it has to be in the right order.
I want the doggie stuff in the corner. But right now that’s a staging area for a food prep job. That would usually go in the dining room, but my daughter’s bedroom stuff is there (we’re preparing to paint). Plus, my usual project staging area is currently full of components for my Christmas light display.
Tag onto that a Labrador that doesn’t yet understand Momma’s rules, and yeah, my place is looking a bit like somebody just held a rock concert in here.
We’re working to get my daughter caught up on her school work (the wedding set us back, but just a little), I’ve had more typing work lately (praising God for that), and we’ve been helping a family member—along with church, dancing, and bowling. I’m feeling great—this is what I call living—but my house is definitely not organized!
So tomorrow morning we’ll dig in (no spontaneous outings this week). We’ll take it one thing at a time, starting with painting, and see how it goes.
In the meantime, maybe I can practice some square dance moves as I move through the house: Do-So-Do those Boxes, Allemande Left those Bags, Star Thru those Bins, and Promenade those Bones! Yeehaw!