Organization has always been a huge challenge for me. When I lived at home, my mom was great at helping me maintain relative tidiness. When my room threatened to tend a little too much toward chaos, she’d nag – uh, I mean urge – me to straighten up. Sometimes she’d urge me to do so repeatedly, over a very long time, but eventually I’d do it.
Then I went to college and grad school. My poor roommates. I’ve probably mentioned this in the blog before, but I always had the idea that when I settled down in a permanent home (as opposed to a dorm room or apartment), I’d be better at remembering those lessons Mom taught me. Hmm.
It seems that 1. combining the household stuff of two mid-30s bibliophiles; 2. having kids; and 3. homeschooling does not automatically improve the organizational abilities of the chronically scattered.
My children are either genetically predisposed to messiness, or they are just following my poor example. (Nature versus nurture?) This is not to say that my darling husband is a paragon of orderliness, but he is probably closer to that end of the organizational spectrum than anyone else in our household.
With that as background, and many previous failures as examples of what NOT to do, I am undertaking a mission to discard as much unnecessary stuff as possible and organize the rest, so that “a place for everything and everything in its place” no longer translates to “everything where it lands” and our disaster area can be referred to as a “home.” I could go around and ask myself, for each item, “Is it necessary? Is it beautiful? Do I love it?” but I’m thinking of making the first pass through the house with a different question in my mind: Is it crap?
There are no pictures in this post because “before” pics are too damning. I’ll post some “in-between” pics as I go along, and when I have some decent “after” shots to show, maybe I’ll be able to share the “befores,” as well.
Wish me luck, and check back monthly for progress reports!
What’s your worst organizational challenge?