Today was supposed to be about organization, as I need to work on that in every aspect of my life. In fact, it was one of my resolutions for this year, and it hasn't been given its due. My house is in disorder bordering on chaos. The other night the power went out for three hours. I could not find a flashlight, a lighter, or a match. I'm not sure why I was as freaked out that night as I was, but I waved my cell phone around looking for anything that would cast light or ignite and called my husband three times until I found the lighter outside on the deck. Just one example of my lack of organization; we don't put things back where they belong. I could also describe the baskets of clean clothes waiting to be folded, the wrenches we have in a pile by the front door (not really a kid-friendly way to store them), and I've already briefly described our dining table in a previous post.
There's also digital organization, something I'm just as bad at. Twice a year I try to make some sense of all our computer files with new folders and conscientious deleting. It works for a few weeks, and then I go back to saving files with no sense of convention. This blog is a perfect example. I forget to label half my posts, and many times I just don't know what to label them, so I leave them blank.
I need a major organizational overhaul on my life.
The thing is, I'm really motivated to do this stuff right now. I think it might be the nesting phenomenon, but I want to get things straight and clean. It's just feels that every time I try to do anything right now, my body gives up. Before I had some pregnancy related issues that forced me to take it easy, a task that is hard in itself when you have a 4-year-old and 20-month-old around you all the time. Today, I can barely move my neck without pain. Almost anything I do causes discomfort. The hot shower I took to help relax the muscles led to a sudden onset of nausea (hot showers are supposed to be no no's for pregnant women). I'm hurting and frustrated, and trying to figure out the best way to make it through the nine or so hours until my husband gets home.
I do apologize for the self-pity at the end of this post. Tomorrow will be a brighter day.