I wish I lived in a house where things are always in their right place.

scissors

I wish I lived in a house where things are always in their right place, were the words that flowed from my niece a few years back.  Words spoken in a moment of frustration as there were no scissors to be found.  It was the words, the facial expressions, and the tone that made me file these words of wisdom from a little bitty girl somewhere in the filing cabinet called my brain.  After all, meltdowns are not uncommon with little girls, but most of them are long forgotten by moms and an aunt.  These words were different.

My sisters house is just like my house.  There were probably ten pairs of scissors floating around somewhere, just not in their right place. It’s hard to understand how this could be. Our childhood house was perfectly organized and things could be retrieved in a moments notice.  Our mother ran her household like one would run a navy ship.

At times, bordering on meltdown level over something lost or misplaced these words would come to mind.  I wish I lived in a house where everything is always in it’s right place would even be repeated out loud.   In spite of my really strong desire for things to always be in their right place, they are not.   It’s a mountain of a task and once complete consistency is required.  Achieving this state could certainly save minutes and even hours in locating missing things. Those minutes and hours could be converted into #findmethetime to do more fun stuff! Plus like much of the world, I am totally obsessed with Marie Kondo and The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up.

In 2019 I  plan to start living in a house where everything is in it’s right place.  It’s only fitting that I start with the scissors.  Much love to my niece, the original inspiration for me to find my stuff, put it in it’s place, and live happily ever after.

What about you? Do you want to live in a house where things are always in the right place? What’s your starting point?

Kelley

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