I have the broken window theory in full effect at my house. The broken window theory basically states that once a window is smashed or broken in a neighborhood, it leads to other broken windows and other broken things and eventually, the entire neighborhood goes to pot. Right before Will's birthday, things were especially hectic: work, writing, school, daycare, planning for the first birthday party, etc. My house slowly got more and more unorganized. It started with an errant item being placed in the wrong drawer here, a shirt tossed on the floor of a closet there. Eventually, more and more things were out of place and disarray began to take over.
It is driving me crazy. I am craving the Container Store. I long to organize my closets and drawers. When I was pregnant with Will, I had a serious case of "nesting" and frantically cleaned and organized everything (case in point - I remember being on bed rest and having an unrelenting urge to wipe down every window sill in the house. I was supposed to be "lying down" so I basically lay down next to each window and proceeded to wipe each sill clean. It was sort of a crazed time for me...). Anyway, I'm feeling a "nesting" urge now (no, I am not pregnant). I pine for clean cabinets and organized files. I long to behold the beauty of an organized-by-color-and-season-closet.
Unfortunately, "winter cleaning" is going to have to wait a little longer. Between preparing for Christmas and wrapping up work, there's just no time. We leave for Oregon on Tuesday to celebrate the holiday with my family, but when we get back, the whirlwind of organization will begin. So this Christmas instead of sugar plums, visions of alphabetized file folders and dust-free kitchen cabinets will be dancing in my head.
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The Container Store is my heaven.
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