Please join (and indulge!) me in a walk down memory lane that will explain why I organize my home. It was 2017 and I was a working mom of a 5-year-old and a 1-year-old. I ran a decade-old event planning business from my home with a part-time employee. My husband worked out of the house 12 hours a day, so my morning consisted of feeding and dressing three people, making lunch for one, preparing a nanny instruction sheet for another, taking one to school, separating from the other one, emptying the dishwasher and maybe throwing in a load of laundry, if at all possible. And that was just before 9 a.m.
Between a full day's work, making dinner, bathing children and getting at least one of them to bed (welcome home, hubby, here's one for you!), our home was starting to look like the walls were closing in as our belongings piled up on kitchen counters, the dining room table and any empty corner we could find.
Sound like anyone you know?
Now, for an event plannner, a disorganized space is sacrilege, but for me, it was also anxiety-inducing. Where was my well-planned and tidy home that had always kept me calm and focused on the task at hand? A few minutes here or there could not begin to address the exploding closets and cluttered counters. I needed a drastic approach to organize my home and, it turns out, get my life under control.
So, I quit my job.
I said drastic, right? But no, I did not put my event planning company on an indefinite hiatus in order to organize my home. I decided to spend a year - maybe more - to focus on my children more; to be at the school bus when my son came home from the "big school;" to weather toddler separation anxiety by, well, not separating. And then a funny thing happened. My 2-year-old asked to go to school. Here I was, a newly-minted stay-at-home mom with five hours a week to myself. It wasn't enough time to plan an event but it was certainly enough to get the linen closet under control.
And that's exactly where I started. That closet floor hadn't seen the light of day in possibly seven years. It felt so good to throw away one measly bag of garbage I was able to purge. But somehow, as I thoughtfully placed our products back into baskets, there was even more space available to keep the 11(!) bottles of toilet cleaner that I now knew I didn't need to buy for a year. And it felt so good to roll towels, stand them upright, place them in a basket and no longer have a landslide to dread each time I needed one. And it felt so good to see everything lined up neatly and think about painting the closet walls and covering the shelves in printed paper that would make me smile every time I opened the door.
Did I mention it felt SO GOOD?
That's all it took. I was hooked again for the first time. Next came the kitchen counters, the pantry, under the kitchen sink, three clothes closets, four dressers, the mud room, the play room, the basement. And it all feels SO GOOD.
That's why I organize my home. It just feels good!