Being organized is a game some people play. I used to be one of them.
When I lived in Florida I had a much bigger home. There was a place for everything and everything was in it's place. If I wanted something I knew where to go find it. Before my husband died things did not seem to stay that way though. I think it bugged him that I was such a stickler about it. When it was organized life just seemed easier.
I learned when you share your life with someone else things change and I had to accept some of the changes. The hardest and most aggrivating thing was always trying to find things. I would look for the vacuum cleaner and he had used it in the garage and left it there. For Christmas I got him a shop vac.
Our bedroom and bathroom was hugh. Had his and hers closets, the bath had his and hers sinks. Amazed me how that could be so confusing to men. My closet was organized, his was not. I was trying to get his in order one day and he said "Why are you wasting your time? It will be back the way I like it in a week anyway". I left it for him just the way he wanted it.
I guess being organized was a carry over from my single days. I always worked 2 jobs while I was single to make ends meet. So for me it was important to be able to find things fast. This went on until I was 44.
Then when he died I was back to organization again. My closet stayed the way I wanted it, I could always find the vacuum, my dishes were where they were supposed to be. Then I decided to move to the mountains in NC. That changed a lot of things for me.
The closets where I live now do not have the room I had before as my home now is not as big as the other one. But when I looked at this house as a potential buyer, it just felt like the right type of home for the mountains and I felt comfortabile as soon as I walked through the door. I had been to several homes for sale over a period of 3 months. Some were big and beautiful with lots of space but none felt just right. I opted for this one, made an offer and the sellers accepted it.
It is what is called hill side home. Part of the bedroom is under the earth (back in the mountain). The top floor was an add on by the previous owners. I am just the second person to own this home. Our road is named for the man who built this home and he was also the one who did the second floor. I am guessing this was at his wifes request. So they moved the kitchen, living room, guest bedroom and bath to the second floor. First thing I did was have the wall between 2 rooms knocked out downstairs as I wanted to be able to roll over in the bed in the morning and see the mountains. And I needed the space for my bedroom set.
When I go to bed at night I can put my hand out the window and feel the earth. I love this. But all good things must come to an end. I got married again and then I realized it was just not my husband who did not care about organization. IT IS MEN. Or at least the men I chose to share my life with.
Now my organization is that I know what pile has what in it. If he ask me where is the electric bill, I tell him it is on his desk, on the right side under the pictures he just put there...LOL. I don't stress about any of it. There is only one thing that still bugs me and that is please put it back where you found it if you are in the kitchen. Al loves to cook. He has no idea how to work the dish washer. He does clean up after himself and I appreciate that.....just put it back where you found it... I love to cook also and when I know the strainer is in this spot and I can't find it I think "now if I was a man where would I put it". One time I found it in his garage. WHY?
I would not change my life at all. I thank God for my home, my husband, my family, friends and for watching over me all my life. But while I am thanking God I also ask him to remind Al to put things back where they belong. If I did that to his garage I can just see him now spending the whole day arranging things.
Men and women have different priorities. That is my conclusion!
I try to keep my store uncluttered and easy to find things. To see how I did click
LIFE IS SHORT...LIVE IT TO THE FULLEST AND DON'T SWEAT THE SMALL STUFF