So part of my quest for balance involves organizing the family life. (Hence my post on Google Tasks.)
We’ve been operating on triage for quite a while now. Ronnie and I were still combining possessions from his move to California when Cole and all his accessories and complications came along. And then we moved back to Ronnie’s townhouse on the East Coast, where he still had a bunch of stuff, and acquired a bunch of new stuff to optimize the place. And then we moved to Greenville, where we had more space, so hey, why not bring it all along, throw in some new purchases and then add on a truck-load of even more stuff from my London-bound sister.
Our household is flabby and chaotic. We’ve had to replace more than one misplaced item. We’ve bought things we we already had and didn’t know it. We still have two of a lot of things we barely need in the first place. And we have endless piles of random doo-dads for this and that and I don’t even know.
So I’ve made it my mission as part of this stay-at-home experience to get the family’s s*** together.
A little bored housewife? Maybe, But there’s only so much I can do without getting some kind of regular child care for Cole, and that sort of defeats the point. And it’s something I’ve always professed I want to do and I have some odd little snatches of time in which to actually do it. Plus I do kinda like organizing – it calms a weird portion of my brain.
I don’t plan to get all anal – that’s not my style. I don’t want to get neurotic about it. When your stuff starts to manage you, you have a problem. I just want enough order to operate efficiently. To realistically dream about what bold move comes next.
The plan is, invest the time now to reap later. Getting there isn’t easy; staying there isn’t either. But it’s all part of that crucial balance.