I really don't like it when I get this way.
I think I might have OCD. I am a neat freak, though I see no shame in that.
The predicament that this disorder has currently placed me in is this: I cannot go another day without tackling the storage cabinets in my dining room.
It has been building. I could see it coming. The holidays are officially here and I have to deal with the items in that cabinet. Serving pieces, wrapping paraphernalia, gifts I hid 3 years ago...you know.
Our house has been for sale for the past 6 months. I had planned on having a serious purging festival while I was packing. But, our house didn't sell. It is off of the market. I'm good with that. I really love our home. The grass was just greener on the other side for a little while.
So, now...I've got to deal with those cabinets.
Really look. Closely. Enlarge it.
Those cabinets are waaaaay deeper than they look.
Do I really need 72 vases from the flower shop? Is it necessary that I save each plastic container in which someone packages Christmas cookies? Yes, that is an Easter bunny on the second shelf down. What about the leaning tower of pink and green cups? Did you notice the big fuzzy black spider on the top shelf?
If you are looking for something to do today, print that picture and play I Spy with your kids.
I mean, what do you do with this stuff? I can't throw it away. I refuse to have a garage sale. My mother will not take it. I shudder to think of the online auction of a set of 1970s flower child dishes. I still kind of love them.
Do I box it in the attic? I'll still know it's there. It will haunt me from the attic.
What if I need one single blue glass plate someday?
You know it won't stop with the dining room cabinets. Those cabinets will lead to the kitchen cabinets. Then the pantry. That might lead to the playroom. I just can't handle the playroom right now. Anything but the playroom.
Maybe I should just dive in. I will feel better about life as I know it.
Until I go into the garage.
I just picked up a new magazine that looks as if it might be helpful. Maybe I'll go take a bubble bath and read for inspiration.
How do you motivate yourself to do those necessary things which you dread?
This is not a rhetorical question. I am really looking for help here people.