I have piles in my house. Yes, piles.
Now, before your mind wanders to jaw-dropping episodes of Hoarders with homes crammed full of science magazines dating back to 1982, let me assure you that I do not have THOSE kinds of piles. My piles are small and exist primarily in our bedroom. On our bureau. And they are recent. Say, a church bulletin here, a Bible Study folder there, a music book, a photo album, an envelope of pictures, a stack of CDs ... you get the idea.
Also, I routinely rid our room of these piles once a week or so. And yet, they return to haunt me, frustrating me with their "Katie, You MIGHT Need Me" allure that restrains me from throwing them away. Yes, I might need them, but where should they go? We don't have a CD player in our house, so I have no place for the CDs. The music books are too thick to fit on the piano and I really want to keep the pictures, but unfortunately they aren't supposed to go in the album they happen to be stacked upon. I know I need to just CREATE space for these things, to categorize them and plunk them where they should go and that's that. And yet, when I stare at them, I find myself overwhelmed with their, um, pile-ness, and I timidly step backwards until I am out of our bedroom and onto another project, like organizing the laundry room. I think I secretly hope that the piles will simply disintegrate or that each superfluous object will spontaneously sprout legs and run to its appropriate spot and that when I return to my room, the bureau's surface will be clean and smooth and everything will be in its place. Because, there's a place for everything, right?
And my bureau top is NOT THAT PLACE.
So, geesh, I need help. Once I get a system down, I'm organized. But this is one area of organization that drives me CRAZY. Because I HATE PILES. I HATE THEM. EVEN IF THEY ARE SMALL AND MAYBE CUTE.
So, there. I've admitted my problem when it comes to being a good housewife/homemaker/Oven Catcher On Fire-r.
What about you? What project (or chore) makes you cringe??