For the most part, I consider myself an organized person. I like things grouped together in an orderly fashion and I like knowing exactly where everything is. However, I am also a single mother of an almost-four-year-old and for the last three years I’ve been in a full-time college student stupor. I have also never fully recovered (AKA unpacked) from a move back in February.
The culmination of these very things has led me down the path of what could be the most cluttered closet in history. I could arrange from time to time during my college days to get the apartment “picked up” enough for company, but everything just kept getting piled on top of everything else in my poor closet. “Out of sight, out of mind” worked for awhile, until the closet door could no longer be shut.
So, with grim determination backed by a Tollhouse cookie high, I approached my closet tonight. I stood in front of the door for ten minutes before I gave up looking for a place to start. First there are clothes… an abundance of clothes… ranging from size 8 to size 28. And there are also my son’s clothes that never made it to his closet. There are bed sheets and quilts and pillow cases. There are tubes of wrapping paper, boxes of photographs, and holiday décor. There are boxes of yarn, a bucket of fingernail polish, and scattered pieces of toys. I couldn’t see them, but I am positive there are shoes in there. There are two sizes of floor fans, a space heater, and three sets of curlers. There are board games, binders from miscellaneous college classes, retired football equipment and God help me, I also found a fork. Other than shoes, I’m not certain as to what lies beneath. I debated whether or not to take a picture, but decided I would be too ashamed to post it. How on earth, did the closet get so bad? Now that I’ve located my football helmet, I’m going back in… Wish me luck.
The culmination of these very things has led me down the path of what could be the most cluttered closet in history. I could arrange from time to time during my college days to get the apartment “picked up” enough for company, but everything just kept getting piled on top of everything else in my poor closet. “Out of sight, out of mind” worked for awhile, until the closet door could no longer be shut.
So, with grim determination backed by a Tollhouse cookie high, I approached my closet tonight. I stood in front of the door for ten minutes before I gave up looking for a place to start. First there are clothes… an abundance of clothes… ranging from size 8 to size 28. And there are also my son’s clothes that never made it to his closet. There are bed sheets and quilts and pillow cases. There are tubes of wrapping paper, boxes of photographs, and holiday décor. There are boxes of yarn, a bucket of fingernail polish, and scattered pieces of toys. I couldn’t see them, but I am positive there are shoes in there. There are two sizes of floor fans, a space heater, and three sets of curlers. There are board games, binders from miscellaneous college classes, retired football equipment and God help me, I also found a fork. Other than shoes, I’m not certain as to what lies beneath. I debated whether or not to take a picture, but decided I would be too ashamed to post it. How on earth, did the closet get so bad? Now that I’ve located my football helmet, I’m going back in… Wish me luck.
