Messy

When I was in grade school I remember having days specifically devoted to cleaning out our desks. To be honest, I needed it. I would pull stuff out of my desk, throw it away or stick in in folders while thinking "next year, I'll be better." Well, the years came and went and now I sit with a house full of little messes all over the place (not including my children). I guess I never really learned.

I attribute this problem to efficiency. For instance, if you are buying groceries you need to have your credit card out at the end. The cashier gives you your credit card back with your receipt and then your groceries all at once. It takes time to put the receipt and your card into your wallet then grab the groceries. If you do this, you will get angry stares from the people behind you all wanting you to speed up (and I want to speed up too). So, the receipt goes quickly in a bag and the card gets stuffed into the wallet anywhere.  I think to myself that when I have time, I will put it where it belongs.   Funny thing, that time never comes.

I really really wish I wasn't messy, but it's a life long curse. Too many times I think to myself  " I could do the dishes, or I could do something fun with Henry," or I try to start cleaning, but quickly give up because Frances needs me. After I fulfill Frances' need (be it diaper change, feeding, or loving) I quickly ignore the task I was going to do.

What's a girl to do? Accept it? I'm not quite ready to admit defeat yet. Maybe I need a schedule or something, I don't know. I was actually hoping that writing this would give me some great ideas so I could finish this post with a stunning conclusion.

Um, guess not.