swept under the rug

If they were to sort the whole of us into groups of those who deal with it and those who avoid it (whomever they are and whatever it is) I would be with the bunch who avoid it.

Here are some real life examples:

Sometimes when I sweep, I make a pile and I leave it there under the broom, which is leaned against the wall. I'm expecting the broom fairies to take care of the rest. They've yet to come.

I am fond of storing my files in lots of folders directly on my desktop. Once every so often I will "clean" the desktop by making a folder called "clean" or some crazy derivative like "cleanup" or "cleancleanclean" or "desktop cleanup" and I will dump all of those files into it. As a result I have an elaborate web of these such folders, dating back years and years. I think my computer is so full of files right now that it is going to bust wide open and files are going to fly everywhere.

My books go undone for months at a time, marked by a lumbering pile of unopened envelopes towering in my in-box.

And I'll stop right there to avoid risking losing you all in a wave of disgust. Besides, I think confessions are best 3 or fewer at a time.

I have a list of things that I've let go too long and its accumlative effect is to make me feel quite unbalanced. Weeks go by, each starting with me saying "yes, this is the week I'll..." and fill in some monumental task that I really need a team of extreme people to come in and do for me.

Alas, it's just me. And too many weeks have started with the goal of doing this or doing that only to find me in the same place, buried even deeper, the next week.

You know what they are fond of saying these days about big girl panties and all that goes with them. In the weeks to come, I'm commiting myself to a lot of tcob kinds of things.

I can't say how this commitment will play out in my blog. I can guess that there will be days when I'll ramble on forever about something or nothing, just to avoid the monster of a task planned for that day. And I'm sure there will be other days when I'll emerge wartorn from some room that has become a depository for forgotten things, perhaps with a photo of said things to share. Still there will be other days when I will be cross-eyed and bloodshot from a marathon of number mumbling, cross referencing from paper to quickbooks, a finger to hold my place.

Today's monumental task...tackling my freakin' books. (I will supplement this task with a sweet tea from McD's and will punctuate each reconciliation with a chocolate treat)

First, I wanted to show you these sweet houses that I just finished...



These are on their way to a special customer but I'm feeling inspired to make more like them. Maybe when I need to refuel after shoveling through the masses of things I've swept under the rug, I'll have some to share with you.