I am an organized person. An extremely organized person. I pride myself on being organized and find it to probably be my greatest strength. I can multi-task very well and find that having every aspect of my life organized makes my day to day routine so much easier.
But what happens when this greatest strength becomes the thing that drives me most crazy in life?
I find that being SO organized can sometime become the thing that "haunts" me at night. I lay in bed and get "sick" about the fact that there are dirty dishes in the sink. Or cringe at the thought of a full hamper of dirty clothes. I am definitely not one of those moms that feels as though a dirty home means you have happy children.
In our home- a dirty home means an unhappy mom. A clean, organized home means a VERY happy mama.
Am I complaining? Just a tad.
I so wish I could find a happy medium. I do not want to live in chaos or clutter but I wish I could let things go more easily. I wish I could accept the now and again clutter. I wish I could accept that sometimes, "the laundry just won't get done".
It is a struggle for me that I try and work on every day. There are days that I can let things go and just relax and days that the thought of not being caught up on my scrapbooking makes me wanna go bonkers.
What is the solution here? Not quite sure. But I will continue to make my "lists" and I guess as long as thing are getting crossed off that will have to be ok for me. :)
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