Welcome to Thoughty Thursday here at More Cowbell! This is the day y’all get an open window into the twisty tunnels of trivial things that litter my brain.
Today’s topic is about my biggest fault…I am a disorganized procrastinator.
I mean, I do okay at work…somehow I manage to keep a pretty sharp focus on the high points of a project.
But then I come home…and have to depend on my hubby like a blind woman on her guide dog. I thank God for him all the time, but over the holidays — I’m just gonna say it — he saves my bacon every year.
You see, holiday time is guaranteed to shine light on this secret shame of mine. Let me give you an example…
he we unpacked the Christmas stuff from the garage, I found scads of things I’d forgotten about:
- Cards I meant to send last year.
- Presents (including CALENDARS) that were for 2010/2011.
- Birthday presents that went out to the garage last May when we went on a cleaning rampage for Baby Girl’s party.
In addition to the above, we’ve got:
- 46 boxes of Christmas cards
- 9 stockings (there’s THREE of us)
- 26 rolls of wrapping paper
- 14 things of tissue paper (the jumbo kind)
- 3 jumbo packs of Scotch tape
- And NO colored lights for the tree (because we missed that after-holiday sale last year).
Hello???? There is something supremely wrong with this picture. I can’t find most of my presents at the moment, yet ALL my family and friends could come to my house to wrap their stuff and not even make a dent?
(And…gulp…I have to get my Christmas cards out like yesterday!!!)
Normally I start getting things organized in November to avoid the disorganized-crap-pile depression, but this year I was too sick. So I’ve had to face the truth this week:
I’d be crushed by my mess if I hadn’t married the King of Organization.
Let me share a conversation I had on Facebook this week with Natalie Hartford, to give you some insight into how I’ve survived this long (besides by marrying my
secret weapon husband). Imagine my delight when I asked Natalie for her address and discovered that my secret shame might be a “writer thing”:
Me: I just had my organizing hubby add that to the address pile.
Nat: I’ve added you to ours as well…now, if I can just MAIL them out this year!! LOL!!
Me: Sometimes my cards don’t get out till late and we call them New Year’s Cards. (In really bad years, they’re called Valentines….I feel a post coming on.)
Nat: WAHAHAHAHA…Jenny, I think we are SISTERS! In year’s past, I’ve even had them STAMPED and then had to throw them out the following year when I found them unmailed…since then I stopped putting the year in them…just in case…LOL!
Me: Yep, guilty. It’s how you know you’re a writer, I guess.
Nat: Badge of honor!
Me: One really terrible year, I had St. Patrick’s day “hellos.”
Nat: WAHAHAHAHA!!! OMG!!! RIOT…but the question is, did you keep them as Xmas cards or did you go get green cards??? LOL!!!
Me: Oh no, I let people know I was a slack-ass.
Nat: That’s FANTASTIC! I love it!!!
Me: See, I buy the cards and presents on time and then I forget where I put them and have to get them again. When we had Baby Girl’s birthday last year, my husband asked if I would consider just wrapping and labelling everyone’s (old) presents and putting them on a table by the door so they could TAKE THEM HOME.
Nat: OMG…seriously?!?! That’s insane…and hilarious!! You must write a post about this…hehehehe…
Me: I definitely feel it coming on… It gets damn embarrassing after a while. What else can you do besides laugh?
Nat: I feel your pain! But you are right, all you can do is laugh…LOL…
Soooooo….are you shuddering right now or nodding your head in agreement? Do you feel our pain or are you that person I aspire to be — an organized soul? Do the holidays shine their twinkly lights on your greatest strengths or your greatest weaknesses? Enquiring minds always want to know these things here at More Cowbell!