Last Monday, MC and I had a lovely date night which consisted of visiting his sister at her work for some pizza (and blood orange margaritas!) and then going to see Hangover 2. Have you seen it? No? Good, don’t. Or at least not in the theaters. I want my 2 hours and 20 dollars back, please and thank you. Anyways. Before we were leaving to go out, I was searching, searching, searching for these free movie passes I have. A few years ago I got a shit ton of movie passes from Triple A for FREE and since we hardly ever see movies in the theaters, they’ve lasted. And now, when I say we don’t usually see movies in theaters, we realllyyy don’t see movies in theaters. It has probably been about six months and my brain seems to have forget where I’ve placed them. ANYWAYS. So, I’m searching for these fucking passes that I can’t seem to find. I’m searching through purses and drawers and they are NOWHERE. I’m getting really fucking frustrated because there is just so much shit (most of it mine) all over the place. How can two people have so much SHIT? WHERE THE FUCK ARE THE MOVIE PASSES? And then it hits me.
I am becoming my mother and THIS IS NOT OK.
I realize I have “conveniently” stuck these movie passes somewhere for “safe keeping” so they will be “easy to find” when I need them. I will, inevitably, find these passes one day (likely in the bread drawer) and sit mind boggled for five minutes trying to figure out what backwards reasoning I used to determine that THIS was the most logical place for the things. Along with this lovely gene, I’ve also inherited the one where I hold onto random ass shit, shit that I don’t need and is not only taking up space in my apartment, but also my brain. Clutter = not being able to find things (LIKE MY MOVIE PASSES) which in turn = stress (and less money). This has got to end.
Michael has left me for the next five days, off to go hike the Long Trail, and I’m really hoping to de-clutter the apartment, I’m hoping to make the bookcase not just look like a random pile of books, to put an end to the ten minutes I spend digging in my craft drawer to find the right stamp and to (finally) purge all of the clothes that I haven’t ever worn but regardless never fail to end up on my floor because I relentlessly try them on weekend after weekend determined that ONE DAY I will like how I look in them. Note to self: They will never look good on you.
This is my project for the week. Or something. Please tell me, what has helped you? If you are orderly by nature, spill your habits. If you are a reformed clutterbug, share your secrets. What magazines, blogs, organizational gold mines have you found?
I’m trying to clean up not just my home, but my habits, to make my small (but lovely!) space with MC feel a little more like a Grown Up Apartment and I don’t want a pile of Vickie’s catalogs that I’m too poor to shop from be a major road block in my happiness.