I have another secret confession.
I am a closet stuffer.
Let me explain. I like things neat and organized. I like to have everything in order. But I also usually have multiple projects going on at any moment. Plus, I often have days like this....
I believe I may have Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder.
Anyway, I usually end up with piles of papers and other odds and ends everywhere. SO, being that I like the appearance of order, I stuff these piles of papers and other stuff in closets. Any closet close by. Sometimes I stuff things in drawers too. I try to limit this stuffing to only two "junk drawers". Then at least I can pretend that my world is in order, because everything looks cleaned up.
This.... bothers me and stresses me out, and yet is my continual state of household order.
But when I stuff all that in a closet, I can try to forget about the chaos.
If you walk in my house and it looks all neat and clean and organized, its a LIE.
And please don't open any cupboards, closets or drawers. Things may fall on you.
So, continuing on in the Epic Adventures of The Lonely Girl, the past couple of days have been torturous due to my closet stuffing. You see, when your spouse deploys, there are a few important papers that you MUST keep close by.
Most important, besides the Last Will and Testament is the Power of Attorney.
Believe it or not, there are SO many things which you (if you are a spouse) cannot do without it! This week, I needed to transfer the lien holder of the title to my Jeep. We refinanced it a couple of months ago, and of course everything took longer than it should. I had to go to the DMV with a car title in the name of my husband and try to do business. No cigar! If you do not have a Power of Attorney, they won't even talk to you, even though it is for all intents and purposes MY CAR!
I thought I knew where I put the piece of paper. Since it was so important, I put it in a special place. I KNEW that I needed it for multiple purposes. It was not where I thought it would be. Or any of the other safe places I have. I spent hours tearing apart every room and closet. (I actually used the opportunity to organize each place I searched. I can now walk into my walk in closet, thank you very much)
Finally, after fretting and stressing, and totally falling apart emotionally, I checked one more place. My art supply closet. I usually don't put papers in there, other than art paper, but hey, why not? And miracle of miracles, a pile of random papers were in there! I feverishly ripped through them and lo and behold, it was there!
I started to sing the Hallelujah Chorus and danced around a bit. After a prayer of thanks, I gathered my papers and fled to the DMV to be rid of the blasted title.
How did it end up there? See, my in laws had made a last minute trip to see The Chaplain off to Afghanistan, and I had cleaned before they came.
Which meant that I gathered any papers laying around and STUFFED them into the closet. That is what closet stuffers do.
I think I could go on about how this is indicative of a spiritual matter. Of a personality that likes to stuff all their sins and faults away and put on a mask or facade of perfection.
But this is not me.
I just like my house to look clean.
Someday, my dream is to have closets which are organized and pretty.
And I hope to not stuff everything in them.
I am a closet stuffer.
Let me explain. I like things neat and organized. I like to have everything in order. But I also usually have multiple projects going on at any moment. Plus, I often have days like this....
I believe I may have Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder.
Anyway, I usually end up with piles of papers and other odds and ends everywhere. SO, being that I like the appearance of order, I stuff these piles of papers and other stuff in closets. Any closet close by. Sometimes I stuff things in drawers too. I try to limit this stuffing to only two "junk drawers". Then at least I can pretend that my world is in order, because everything looks cleaned up.
This.... bothers me and stresses me out, and yet is my continual state of household order.
If you walk in my house and it looks all neat and clean and organized, its a LIE.
And please don't open any cupboards, closets or drawers. Things may fall on you.
So, continuing on in the Epic Adventures of The Lonely Girl, the past couple of days have been torturous due to my closet stuffing. You see, when your spouse deploys, there are a few important papers that you MUST keep close by.
Most important, besides the Last Will and Testament is the Power of Attorney.
I thought I knew where I put the piece of paper. Since it was so important, I put it in a special place. I KNEW that I needed it for multiple purposes. It was not where I thought it would be. Or any of the other safe places I have. I spent hours tearing apart every room and closet. (I actually used the opportunity to organize each place I searched. I can now walk into my walk in closet, thank you very much)
Finally, after fretting and stressing, and totally falling apart emotionally, I checked one more place. My art supply closet. I usually don't put papers in there, other than art paper, but hey, why not? And miracle of miracles, a pile of random papers were in there! I feverishly ripped through them and lo and behold, it was there!
I started to sing the Hallelujah Chorus and danced around a bit. After a prayer of thanks, I gathered my papers and fled to the DMV to be rid of the blasted title.
How did it end up there? See, my in laws had made a last minute trip to see The Chaplain off to Afghanistan, and I had cleaned before they came.
Which meant that I gathered any papers laying around and STUFFED them into the closet. That is what closet stuffers do.
I think I could go on about how this is indicative of a spiritual matter. Of a personality that likes to stuff all their sins and faults away and put on a mask or facade of perfection.
But this is not me.
I just like my house to look clean.
Someday, my dream is to have closets which are organized and pretty.
