I am so freaking fed up. I can never find anything in this stupid house. And I have been trying to figure out if it's because my memory is going or if there is NOWHERE TO PUT ANYTHING.
If stuff had a home then fine, I would know where it is. But if there is nowhere to make it a home, then thats like thousands of things to remember where you put it.
For example I put two tacks up on the wall on each side of the sink. On the one side are the kitchen scissors. On the other side are the oven mitts. I always know where they are and I always get them hands on in seconds.
But half the groceries I just had delivered? Even the ones going into the fridge I can't find one day later. As for croutons, and taco shells, and baking powder etc...forget it. I could spend three hours emptying the cupboards and after not finding it, putting everything back.
I have had it with my clothes in my bedroom. I have one drawer, so full I can hardly shut it, and two shelves, not big ones and a stuffed closet. And today? Three giant garbage bags. One for clothes I am keeping. One for clothes that are a maybe. And one for garbage or the diabetes pick up.
I know this feeling. It happens when I get too disorganized. I am clearing out this house. I am done. Shits going. I am going to start filling every box that comes into this house until there is barely anything left. Purge time. I want my house to echo. I am going to pretend I am Steve Jobs. It's all going. And from now til I am dead I do not want birthday presents or xmas presents. At least not tangible ones.
Sorry for the rant. TTYL
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