If you know me even a little bit, you will know that organizing anything is my favorite thing to do. To do lists, labeling my containers, Marie Kondo-ing the shit out of all my things—love them all.
My husband is not a bit fan of my organization skills; he loses all his stuff all the time as I find better places to put them. It was no secret what he was getting into, he knew since the day he met me I like to have things tidy and neat. I might not be the best chef ever but I am the cleanest and most organized person in the kitchen for sure.
My organizing has never been a problem until after I gave birth. I became very obsessive with cleaning and organizing our home. I was blessed with an easy baby so I had time to scrub my home till it shined. It got so severe I had to start taking medication for my obsessive behavior.
People are surprised my home is so tidy and I am even more surprised when I come into a normal home where there are actually signs of life. Some people are able to live with no organization at all. It almost disturbs me how messy some households are, till I realized I might just be super organized.
My favorite thing to do is going through my possessions and find better places to put them away. When I write this, it almost seems like I am a bird that likes to hoard shiny things. I do like shiny stuff, that’s the truth, but also like order and putting stuff into containers with labels.
I think this urge to order things is a way to make sense of chaos in my own head. Each time I organize our home, I feel a bit more at peace. I know what I have, I know what I don’t need anymore, and I know where things are. Till I get all blurred in my head again and I start to lose things and I have to start all over again.