Day 8: ‘Hold on to your hats…or I’ll tidy them away’

Tidy me, tidy me!!

I am living in a mess. Well it’s an organised mess, but it’s still very much a mess.

If I’m not clinically OCD, then I’m borderline. I’m surprised I haven’t started twitching with the state of the house at the minute.

The furniture from the lounge is all over the house, there’s 35 square metres of wood flooring waiting to be fitted in the hall and the spare room is currently home to all Erin’s toys as well as the desks and chairs it normally houses. 

Sound like chaos? Well you’d be right, but I am having to see it as organised chaos. 

I am heartened by the little things like making the bed (I will NOT leave the house without the bed being made!)

I’m having to make sure Erin’s toys are tidied and organised once she’s gone to bed, which is something I do every night, but if you saw the room at the minute, you’d wonder why. 

I work from home, for most of the time from our kitchen, but I absolutely cannot start working until the kitchen is cleared, the dishwasher is stacked, and there’s no collateral lying around to divert me.

Even now I can see Mark’s dressing gown on the sofa (in the hall) and his coat hung over a kitchen chair. I know in my sensible mind that they’re there cause we can’t currently access our cloakroom (another occupational hazard). But even though I know there’s nowhere for them to go, I will shortly have to go and move them somewhere out of my line of sight. 

I don’t even have to ask you if I’m crazy, I already know the answer. Send me to a padded cell now - as long as it’s a tidy one!