The Closet

So.........I used to be a slob. I used to cry for hours when I had to clean on saturdays. Everyone in the house would go right to the chart, find their "job", get to it, and be done within the hour. Then there was me.......sitting crying, and begging someone to help me clean. Now, my sweet dear Maggie does the same thing. I feel for her, and I do try and help her. She wants someone involved in the process with her, and if left to her own devices, she will get her sister to clean her room for her. That being said, I am not a slob today, except for my dreaded closet.

If someone were to come in my house they would not see massive piles of things around (once in a while, yes, but generally no). I feel such peace when my house is tidy and clean. When it is a mess, I kind of freak out and need it to be in order so that I can relax and blog! So, one would think my entire house would be like this, but it is not. My closet is my secret slob spot. It is the one space where I can go back to my old ways, I can just chunk things in there and shut the door. You see in this house, for the first time ever, my hubby and I don't share a closet. He once said it was one of the best things ever, and didn't think we would ever be able to share another closet. When we did share a closet, I was not a closet slob. I couldn't be one because then someone would actually see the mess!

Then we moved.......I thought my closet was perfect. It it is a walk in closet, with lots of room for all of my clothes. Well, let's first realize that I don't have that many clothes any more! The ones I do have are all "mom" clothes and some items I have refused to "let go" over the years. But, I have clothes. So, during my week I wash clothes. I wash for the girls and tony, and put them all away. I know, I probably wash in a strange way, but I put the girls clothes together, then tony's clothes and then mine. All separately. I don't know why, this is just how I do it. So, by the time I get to my clothes, I just wash and then they go into the closet, in my basket, ready to be put away........

They are rarely put away. They are simply in the basket waiting for me to place them on their hangers. I end up with a pile of the clothes that are dirty that are suppose to go in the basket, and the clean clothes in the basket. My closet is a danger zone where I could easily break an ankle trying to get around the basket with the clean clothes, avoiding the dirty clothes. And, I wonder, why do I do this to myself? Honestly, I think I need that one slobby space, that is just for me.