Who, Me?

When I tell people I’m a professional organizer, I usually hear two things: First, “I need you!” Second, “Your house must be really organized!”

While I would love to simply say, “yes,” that’s not exactly true. Sure, I’m a professional organizer, but I live with two people (my husband and son) who are not professional organizers. In fact, sometimes I think they are moonlighting as professional disorganizers. (Don’t tell them I said that!)

But I love them. And I love living with them. So, I have to tolerate things like mixing bowls stacked in lasagna pans and never knowing exactly where the nail clipper is. 

What I can confidently say is that my house is able to be organized. Having an organized home doesn’t mean it’s in a constant state of perfection. It means that everything has a place. So, maybe the wireless charger sits on the kitchen counter for a day or two when no one is using it. But when it’s time to clean up, it doesn’t get tossed in a random drawer. Everyone knows it goes in the labeled bin in the cabinet. 

As I look over my desk, I probably need to take a sec to put everything in its place. Turns out my husband and son are not the only ones to blame!