I made good progress on my office yesterday, although it wouldn't look like it to someone who doesn't live here. Part of a successful reorg is making decisions about where to put everything. The thing is, nothing can be put away like a puzzle, because if you take it out and then have to put it away and it's complicated, it won't get put away, i.e. take box from front of cabinet, set aside, pick up stack of items from top of other box, set aside, remove target box, open lid, get item, put everything back, use item, item sits on desk until the energy is renewed enough to replace it.
The new desk has a ton more storage than I originally realized and it's been fun deciding where everything should go. I have had more "duh" moments while sorting things, like we don't still own all the equipment that all those user manuals would indicate. And user manuals can be sorted into categories like TVs/DVD players/VCRs, Large appliances, small appliances, etc. to make them fit better into file folders rather than have them stuffed all together in a bin. It's also easier to find them when you need them.
I also don't need computer software from the 90s that doesn't even play on Windows 7.
The thing is, I knew all this, but hadn't taken the time to sort through stuff, because as many of us know, if you have the space for the bin or drawer or cabinet, you'll use it. I've already eliminated two small bins full of stuff and put them into one small file drawer. I feel so accomplished.
Then I went into MY's (from here on out, my oldest, middle and youngest daughters as a group will be referred to as O MY! and O, M or Y individually or MY when it's the middle and youngest) room to see what they'd accomplished.... they were watching TV, still, after having gotten up at 1:00pm. Seriously? It was around 6:00pm.
Why is it I need to be on top of them to get this done? M has to go to her other home today for a babysitting job and house sitting for her parents and their room and my house need to be completely finished by the time we move her in next week so we aren't just stacking her stuff around the house while it waits for placement [my voice is getting shrill by the end of this sentence].
"We need dad to hang those two shelving units before we can continue."
"Two shelving units? Two shelving units are not going to solve all your problems, dear girls."
I took them into the room and pointed out all the spaces they could occupy with the standing shelving units we already own. I know Y did a massive sloughing of belongings as she moved out of her old room, but she still has a lot of stuff to place; books mainly (before you get too excited about how she must be well read with all those books, they are mostly comics in book form, from anime to Marvel, with a few classics sprinkled in from school and the recommendation of friends).
"What a good idea!" they exclaimed after I informed them I wouldn't be buying designer, hanging book shelf thingys when we already have standing book shelves they can make due with sprinkled around the house. Where's their vision? Where's their imagination.
So they finally dug in. And I think (I'm using that noncommittal verb, because I went to bed while they were still working and haven't seen it yet), they may have gotten a handle on all the debris in the room because they were sweeping as I headed to bed. Now all they need to do is hunt for the rest of her belongings which are sprinkled throughout the house. When dad gets home from Yakima on Sunday or after work on Monday, he can hang those shelves that will complete the transformation of Pooh Corner to MY's hang out.
Now, for O's room. She's got a bad cold or something and hasn't been worth my breath to yell at her. When she's sick, she's good for nothing. I get that, or rather, I have to accept it. As one who rarely gets ill, I tend to not have patience for those who do and their recovery time. I just have to shut up and try not to make it worse by meddling in their woes. Also, when I'm ill I notice everyone still expects me to manage all my motherly/wifely duties.
Her room situation is different. Her room is ready to go and she just needs to place the rest of her things and probably do some major sloughing off of her own. Then she needs to get a job.
It's almost done, it's almost done,Toto [as I click my ruby red slippers together; not to be confused with the Big Red Chair].