It should be easier than this.
Correction: I WISH it were easier than this.
I used to pride myself on being organized. Obviously, I was sorely mistaken. I'm coming to realize that I'm actually NOT organized, I just WANT to be.
In a perfect world, my furniture would not look like it was ransacked by a herd of buffalo. My wood laminate floors would bear a healthy shine. My cabinet doors would not slam shut, nor would the one below the sink sag.
In a perfect world, the exterior of my house would be completely stained in an attractively matched array of woodsy colors blending into the landscape like a forest cottage. The interior walls, trim and window coverings would be neat and tidy--unmarred by fingerprints, dings and scratches.
In a perfect world, all of my closets and cabinets are neatly organized. Each drawer pull is polished and when opened, scents of lavender sachets waft up between neatly folded linens and garments.
In a perfect world, dust wouldn't dare fall and sparkling ceiling fans would gently push perfectly temped air throughout each room. Dust bunnies would pack their bags and belongings and move next door.
In a perfect world, all flat surfaces would remain clutter free, empty boxes would remain empty, magazines would be displayed temptingly on a nearby table and candles would flicker a warming glow without the drip of melted wax. Fluffy blankets would remain folded for use and refold themselves after.
In a perfect world, laundry would sort itself and appear neatly in drawers and closets in the morning. Towels would fluff themselves. Showers, tubs, sinks and toilets would sparkle every day and toilet paper would never run out.
In a perfect world, I would never be late for an appointment. I would have only my schedule to keep and every appointment would bring only joy, knowledge and happiness. I would have more time for research and writing. I'd never have to correct, ground or otherwise chastise our children. I would never have to intervene in an argument.
In a perfect world, dogs would never bark except in greeting. Cats would only meow. Birds would chirp from 7 a.m. to 8 p.m. Roosters would only crow at noon.
In a perfect world, coffee would make itself; sweet, hot and flavorfully creamy.
In a perfect world....What ever would I do?
