OK so maybe the house isn't quite a pigsty yet but what is it about Fall that makes me want to drag out everything & try to organize? Most like to do spring cleaning but with me its the time of the year I start that whole nesting thing over again & come up with a huge mess that grows by the day.
I have such great plans in my head that I will go through things that I never seem to use & get rid of them one way or another but what happens is I get side tracked & instead of working on one room at a time I wonder from room to room & see things that need to be done....So what happens is i get these piles/nest of things in different areas that are all screaming at me to do something with....yeah you know where this is going, don't you?!
All that wonderful energy has now left the body & the mind has gone on to another country to visit....where I might add everything is in its place or now lives with someone else. Now, I wish I could say its just having a hurt shoulder but I do this every year. I can remember as a teenager having this big wonderful room with my own bathroom & deciding to fix things.....move furniture, dust, re-organize the clothes & on & on....It always started out well but after 2-3 days of this my mind would burn out.
You would think I would have gotten a clue to this & stopped it,..... but for some reason I can't....... its like someone else takes over & says you can do this Michele'...... this year will be different. Well the only difference is there is different stuff to tend to!. Everyone has been so kind about giving advice throughout the years...take it slow, do one thing at a time, take mini breaks & so on....Oh please! Even if I put on horse blinders I know it would still come out the same way.
My thing is & I question often...Who is this person who is needed to do this & why? Wasn't everything just fine sitting there covered in dust...... not bothering anyone? Why do lots of items start needing all this attention at the same moment in time? why aren't they wearing the horse blinders?
Plus once they get to the piles, where do they next go? into boxes or bags, then what...I am sure some the garage man will enjoy but who really needs or even wants the stuff I have collected & not used? Will it just get the same treatment elsewhere? or worse thrown into a box & left in the attic?
It seems so simply to just go through the stuff & deal with it, but then when you have to make paths throughout the house just to get to another area, it gets to be too much for even me. Its now time to crash & burn...brain shuts down, body refuses to pick up or store another item & you tiptoe through the rooms pretending everything is neat & clean.
OK I admit I am a bit of a pack rat, blame it on childhood or whatever, but I get things that I have wonderful dreams for & then something else comes along & replaces those dreams. It seems to have gotten worse with the raising of chickens. Every plastic container now can have a use, those milk jugs can now hold water for them during the cooler months, that piece of fencing could be used...newspapers can be shredded for the compost or used in the wood stove....Cardboard also for the compost or gardens or to hold the plastic stuff for the chickens....See it can be madden to say the least.
Thank goodness I didn't do this with the bedroom, but with my bad shoulder I am not sleeping in the only clean room in the house. Plus I am sure if I was in there I would be dragging out the clothes & bedding & doing the same thing that is in every room of the house.
For those of you who know me its my manic stage kicking in so you get what is going on with me, but for those of you that don't, it can get pretty crazy to think that every room has boxes like moving day, but I am not moving!
Over the years I have tried to come up with things that would make it easier on me but all good deeds in thought never make it to the front of the brain & to the hands. Once my mental tornado has hit, I just have to wait out the ride & go from there. which means months instead of days getting the things back to where I want them or out of the house.
Now if I could just get up, grab that coffee & work on it I would be ahead of it but then my chickens need something like a coop cleaned out, I need to go to the feed store for bedding hay & feed, checks need to be written for bills or its Sunday & Dexter is on....See, that's why it takes so long...plus I need to check my email, make sure my FarmVille is tended to, write something here...it just never ends.
I am thankful that Thomas is understanding or turns a blind eye to this, but then again his game room which I never touch is a wreck as well!....But after 21 years of living with me he just stays out of my way if he is here & never complains about the paths he has to take to get to his chair to watch TV.
By the way, Gertie has decided she needs to come into the house to spend time with Piper, tonight she refused to leave & go to the coop, so she is down with Piper & Lauria for the night. I have a feeling this will keep happening as long as Piper is in the house healing her bad leg. But to be honest I really missed her once she went to the coop at night......she is my talker & a joy to hang out with, so I am fine with that.
Until next time have a wonderful chicken day!....M'