I’ve been possessed by some kind of Demon of Organization the last couple of days. I don’t know exactly why I suddenly have this slightly frantic need to dispel clutter and get rid of things but I’m taking advantage of it and not looking a gift horse in the mouth. My sinuses don’t agree about it being a gift, protesting as they do with all the sneezing, but they’re not allowed a say in the matter. My current mindset is very stubborn and determined; yesterday I removed two boxes from my closet and didn’t put them back. El Fiance asked if we could put them back. The boxes are still sitting where I left them – NOT in the closet. My thought right now is that if it’s in a box, take it out and use it. If not, it’s going away. Luckily I’m nice enough not to toss El Fiance’s things…for the moment.

Yesterday I brought out the biggest box we had in the house; it’s a fairly good size because when we moved into this house the box held my entire PC – non-flat screen monitor, tower, and all, padded with big pillows and blankets. So I hauled the empty box up to my room after pretty ruthlessly cleaning out my dresser and my closet. Two piles – one dumped into bags which were then taken out to the garbage bin, the other pile neatly folded and put into the box. I added about half of a small pile my son created in his room a few weeks (or possibly months) ago and threw the other half that pile away.

Last night as I was trying to go to sleep, my brain decided we must get rid of my son’s crappy, falling-apart dresser RIGHT NOW. Well, 11:30 pm was not the time to be working on that, so I waited until I got home from work today to tear apart my son’s closet and reorganize it, then emptied his dresser and hung up his clothes. I hauled my son’s dresser up the stairs and out into the garage by myself; granted it was just a cheap thing I got at Walmart twelve years ago, so it wasn’t that heavy, but even if it had weighed two tons I would have found a way to get that thing out of the house right then and there.

There are more projects lined up for this weekend when my son has time to go through his other things. I’ve been thinking the sudden spurt of activity has something to do with being tired of thinking about doing all these things but not actually doing them, being tired of living in a house that, after two years, still isn’t yet a pretty, welcoming home. So, it looks like I’m working on it, finally.

(Shhhh…don’t let on to the Demon of Laziness.)