Friday Blitz

I've mentioned my bloggy soul-sister.  You can find her at the link just below.

Her "thing" is organizing.  Right there you know I like her.

And she lives in the real world.

You know, the I-want-my-house-clean-but-we-live-here-too.

Because it just irritates me to see photos, usually in magazines, of houses that look too perfect.

Like nobody actually lives there.

They wouldn't dare.  They'd mess it up.

Makes me want to stomp in wearing muddy shoes and drop some bags of groceries in the middle of the floor, just to see what would happen.

Anyway.

My Organizing Mommy friend suggests a one hour blitz.  You can read about it on her blog.  Basically, you work like a maniac for an hour and see how much you get done.  Not the sit-down jobs, the running around the house, tidying and cleaning jobs.  But I needed to so some sit-down jobs, too, so I compromised, and did some of each, and took two hours.

FIRST, I...

folded and put away two loads of laundry

threw another load in the washer

stripped our bed

put on clean sheets

cleaned off the chair in my office

patched two shirts

sorted out a laundry basket of stuff to go to Goodwill and the consignment store

and

emailed Gramma Grasshopper some pics to print

And rewarded myself with a break :0)

SECOND, I...

downloaded a bunch of pics I'd taken on Tate's camera

threw in another load of laundry

prepared a folder for the boys to bring to Messiah

organized several unwrapped gifts

framed four pictures

sent two thank-you cards

ordered Christmas stamps

emailed some pics I'd promised my cousin

and attacked my office and desk

This was what I saw as I walked into my office.

Depressing.

Now it looks like this.

Oh!  It's the floor!

Too much stuff everywhere, and no room to work.

I still have a project on my desk, but just one, and my supplies are tidier.

My desk was like the leaning tower of Pisa.  Ugh.

And it's mostly bills.  Double ugh.

Now I have room to deal with all those papers.

Tomorrow.

I need the ironing board in here when I'm sewing, but the rest of the time it's in the way.

And it accumulates more clutter.

(Where does that stuff breed, anyway?)

Now I can get to the closet.

For me, a cluttered environment equals a cluttered mind.

I can't function very well in the midst of disorder.

So I may not have accomplished many of the tasks I need to do, but having a tidy environment energizes me to get onto them.

Like the bills.

Tomorrow.