Organizational Sabotage - Someone call the police.

Day Nine

Have you ever thought to yourself, "Wow, I could have gotten that cleaning done if...X, Y, and Z, had not altered my plan?"  I think I am victim of Organizational Sabotage. Wow, sounds like a new thriller title for a book. Ha-ha. But seriously, all my intentions, to get things done, come from my heart, but I don't have a clue on timing or getting back in the grove when I've been distracted. Then I have to deal with what looks like easy quick projects, only to find out the hard way - ARE NOT!  Sometimes I'd like to just stand in the mirror and yell, "What the hell are you doing girl!"

So here is how the projected project unfolded. I wanted a miracle for Sunday. I envisioned this closet that was so organized it was color coded. The shoes all fit on the shoe rack and the belt and tie rack would say nailed into the wall. I wanted so much to get the closet cleaned out and the new door and knob on. I know if I am getting tired of propping the closet door shut with a pillow, I know my husband is too, but he airs on the side of caution, when making comments on my ability to put something off for days, months, and weeks at a time. He is getting better; lately he has been expressing himself to me, which is what I asked for. Last thing I want is to hear my about my flaws from somebody else. I know I have a very long list and I am working on making that list shorter and shorter each day.

So here it was, Sunday midday, and I was ready to begin. My kids were outside and my husband was downstairs doing laundry...hum??? Him, doing laundry and watching football...what was he up too? I thought to myself.  As I started my project - I was getting things off the floor and putting shoes, I didn't want, into a donation bag... when it happened - the first interruption that lead to many. The family was hungry and wanted some lunch. UGHGH!!  I stopped what I was doing and put some sandwiches and chips together and was ready to venture back into my project when I heard, "Mom, football is on, come and watch it with us. Immediately my, "What are they up too," radar kicked in."  I am thrilled to think they wanted me to hang out in the man cave with them, but what really ended up happening...I was the one who ended up washing and folding the laundry. By late afternoon, I decided the closet will wait until Monday, and I took it upon myself to at least attempt to work on a smaller clutter project that desperately needed attention. I cleaned both the inside and tops, of my nightstand and dresser. WHAT A MESS!

I don't have a clue why I keep some of the crap I do. What is the reasoning behind it? Why would I have receipts, some dating as far back as 2004? Then I found about a hundred or so, movie ticket stubs. Again...have no clue why I was keeping them.  However, the best part of my day, was dumping out one of my drawers and finding over $65.00 in change. SWEEEEET! So I found the top of my dresser and nightstand, but I still had not touched the closet...I felt like a failure - again.

So here it was Monday morning, same routine with Ron and the Kids, dishes done, cat fed, trash out to the curb. After all this got done, it was now time to get started on my delayed bedroom closet project. I was very eager to get started. Nobody home, cell phone off, my crystal light lemonade made, found my tools and chisels for the hinges and commenced to begin. I got the floor decluttered and began to take the door off the hinges, when suddenly, once again I was interrupted..."SON OF A B*TCH!" I was not feeling the best and needed an immediate bathroom break. UGHG! For about three hours I was either flat out on my bed with a heating pad or in the bathroom hoping the pain - OK, gas pain or whatever it was, would just go away.

By 11:00 am, I was finally feeling back to my old self and got the garbage can and bins for the clean out. Ring; Ring...now the house phone is ringing. It is my oldest son, who missed his bus and needs a ride two towns away for his Vocational Class. OMG! Will I ever get a break? Don't answer that.  By the time I get home, it is now 1:40 pm, and in about 35 minutes my kids would be walking through the door and want snacks and need help with homework. These are the days I want to just sit and cry. Why can't I get time to work for me? I plan and plan, yet things never go the way I hope.  So this morning, I said to hell with it and jumped in with two feet and started my project once again, only to hear...Ring, Ring. My oldest son failed to inform me this morning, that he is taking HSA testing and will miss his bus again to Vocational class. Yep, you know what the means, in about 30 minutes from now, I will be heading out of the house again and my project is now half done. 

I got the new door measured, the hinge notch's chiseled out and the door hung. I was so excited...it was now time to drill the hold for the knob. WHAA WHOO! WHAAA WHAAA....WHAT THE HELL!?!? Yes, that is exactly what I said out loud. As the tool cut deeper and deeper into the door, the slower and slower it was cutting - the battery on our cordless drill died. No problem, I thought, I have a backup battery - NOT! Someone unplugged the charger when they were working in the garage. So, here I sit, everything in my closet is on my bed, my door is on with a partial hole for a knob and I have to leave the house in T-minus 20 minutes and counting. I tried to take a picture of today’s project, only to learn...my batteries are dead in my camera, and so I will be going to CVS as well as taking my son to his class.

So all in all, I am now totally frustrated and I have made this mission a quest for completion. I will have this job done today, because I am going to need my bed to crash in tonight. UGHGH!  CALGON TAKE ME AWAY!!