Count them. 29. 29 piles of clothing. Nicely separated and folded for the different drawers, closet, rooms- for the 4 people that live in our household. Shake your head. I am right now.
I am soooooo a disorganized organizer. I think I may be the only person on this planet that did laundry all day and didn't fold up one piece until I was finally done. How stupid. So here I sit on my living room carpet, folding up a hundred pieces of clothing into 29 different piles; trying to get it done before one of my 'tornadoes' hit. It's happened; many times. Then I have to start from scratch all over again and re-fold,re-pile and re-organize my disorganized mess.
My organized side comes from my mom. She is THE organized queen. Kelly laughs at her eccentricities (let's call them). Labeling is a hobby for her, even if it's completely obvious what it is. My disorganized side is all my own. There is no one to blame but myself.
A glimpse into my disorganized organized life. I better go. There is more folding to do.
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