It’s ironic that I write about, among other things, organization on Life Tips Daily because I’m not your most organized person (and I know some of you are vehemently nodding your heads; whatever!).  My saving grace is that organization is so relative:  you will always be able to find people less organized than you (and the corresponding horde who are more organized).  Being able to point at the three people whose lives are (more like) logistical nightmares than mine: priceless.

I’m your pressure cooker organizer.  I don’t say enough (yeah, right) how much of a disaster my bedroom is.  Yesterday I told my sister not to come any further into my room because I had a genuine fear that she would break her ankle, fall and be suffocated by one of several garbage bags full of clothing that I’m working on donating (because, you know, there is this lengthy process–pack up the clothes, call for them to be picked up or drop them off–that is holding me up).  And quite frankly, although my sister drives me to mutter “I hate my family” under my breath several times a day, her death at my hands is not something I’ve ever seriously considered.

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I can’t seem to get organized unless it’s the absolute last minute.  Much like when I was a student and all vital studying was left until the last day(s), the only accurate predictor of when I will get myself sorted out is how many seconds I have until I have to be, or suffer the consequences (social embarassment, shame, the label “you’re disgusting!”).  If, for example, I made the mistake of inviting a dear friend over and for whatever reason we would have to spend time in my room, you can only imagine the panicked horror that results in the wild flinging of papers scribbled with my hieroglyphics on web design or life tips quotes, photo albums, bills and other documents that I need to file, all attempted within 30 minutes of the arrival of my friend.  It’s truly horrible and I hate the feeling, yet I continue to put myself in these situations.

Earlier this week, I found out that we will be having houseguests staying with us for three months (they’re family!).  Our dear guests will be here in less than two weeks.  My mother’s only request is that I make my room presentable (please, hold in your vomit:  yes, I am almost 28 and yes, my room looks like the cluttered mess of a seven year old or a moldy old miser).  I told her that it won’t matter, that the eyesore that is my room will not reflect badly on anyone else in the house except me.

While I do believe this is true (she doesn’t), and while I claimed not to care what they think of my room (or me) after seeing it, my first instinct was to buy a padlock for the room and keep it locked when I’m not at home.

That in itself is telling.

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