Let me just put this out there. I’m a slob.
Slob. Slob. Slob. I’m not dirty, except I work from home and sometimes don’t shower everyday…wait, distracted. Back to post a hand.
I’m messy. I’m not a neat freak. I have massive cleaning, organize the piles party the night before the cleaning lady comes. I have piles and piles of piles in my house. I lose stuff. But I can also dig into a pile and find exactly what I’m looking for.
My pantry is not alphabetized, my desk has piles of paper and I do not, I repeat, I do not make my bed every day (sorry Mom). My laundry struggles to get folded and I don’t even wanna talk about the mail.
My nighttime reading material can be scattered about and I’m not bothered:
I can walk, empty handed, past crap that needs to be taken upstairs and simply ignore it:
We can have a party on a Saturday night and the backyard may still look like this come Tuesday. Hell, maybe even Wednesday:
There is one thing, however, that drives me absolutely batty. There is one thing that must be organized. That has obvious order required. Or I get nutty. Abs-afriggin-lutely cahrazy.
My Keurig coffee holder. Take this for example. This is sheer madness. There is no rhyme or reason. There are no like flavors next to eachother. Colors and patterns make a jumbled mess. This is UNACCEPTABLE and must be dealt with accordingly and immediately.
I dealt with it and this is only slightly better. There is some organization but there are still some one-off flavors that don’t really belong.
Luckily for me, there is a backside to this coffee holder and I can find perfection in organizing that side. 3 of everything and it all makes sense.
My work here is done. I can now accept this and move on with my day. Ignoring the rest of the chaos in my home while enjoying a nice warm beverage. Nirvana!
(Yeah, thanks! I know I’m not right and I’m just fine with that.)