Organized Rookie

April 26, 2011

Sometimes my disorganization annoys me. Well, it always annoys me and I’m guilty of making declarations to turn over new more organized leaves, on the daily and Sunday night I even went so far as to act on it. Not wanting to start my week off hopping around the bedroom, illuminated purely by the light from the bathroom (so as not to wake the sleeping Husband) I work on my ability to balance as I simultaneously brushing my teeth, while trying to button up my dress and put a stiletto on my right foot. Sometimes I can even pull it off, but more times there’s a lot of bumping, tripping, falling and plenty of swearing. And that husband I try so hard not to wake, guess what? Now he’s awake and insists he heard thunder.

Anyway, Sunday I decided to shake up my Monday morning ritual of chaos by preselecting my outfit for the day, along with shoes and accessories. Everything was ironed and hung in manner that screamed “I am so organized”. I then located my wallet and keys, very important, these 2 items in particular have a big habit of disappearing just as I’m about to race out the door, and placed them in my purse. I then climbed into bed all smug and proud, set my alarm to go off 15 minutes later than usual because of my mad organization skills and popped off to sleep with a smile on my face. Next morning all hell broke loose when it was discovered that the chosen outfit, made me look compressed and wide. No joke. It took a good 3 inches off my height and somehow added them to my waist, hips, thighs and ass. It was a mess. And now here I was, back to square 1 with the clock ticking, the stress levels through the roof, bumping, tripping, falling and swearing as I scrambled around for a plan B. Why didn’t I try it on the night before? Such a rookie mistake and one I was forced to learn the only way I know, that hard way.

Random photo to go along with my random post, but this is what I imagine goes on in my house once I finally leave in the morning. The Husband and some of the furry kids break into a “Ding-Dong the witch is dead” type celebration dance. So cute.

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