Yesterday it felt a little like a vise had a tight hold on my head all.day.long. I blame it on a combination of pollen-induced allergies and the fact that I have been in a trying-to-get-my-sh*t-organized kind of hell for the past week and a half. I started with my closet and decided about halfway through my best attempt at color-coordinating my clothes that I desperately needed for all my hangers to be the same and so I got online and ordered half a gazillion no-slip hangers and several clear shoeboxes from The Container Store and then gave myself the green light to go ahead and take a breather for a few days until they came in.
They came in Thursday though I didn't rip into them until Friday night. (My 20 year old self would have been mortified to know I'd one day be spending my Friday nights doing things like changing out all my hangers...Woot!) About halfway in, as I was knee deep in the old plastic hangers, I began to seriously question my sanity and judgment but finally finished about 9:30 that night and then decided to give myself another break on tackling the floor and shelves that now looked worse than when I started which Dracen was quick to point out to me each time he popped back there to check on my progress.
I couldn't pick it back up Saturday because I'd made an appointment with the Terminix guy for our quarterly pest control for the first of this week and I really, really wanted him to be able to spray in the garage this time because holy heck, nothing freaks me out more than those giant spiders that like to take up residence in there and plus I'm pretty sure I've said, "we need to do something about the state of this garage" at least fifteen thousand times in the past two years because it was seriously depressing me to park my car in that mess that was dangerously beginning to resemble an episode of Hoarders, a show that frightens me almost as much as hairy spiders.
So after Dracen's baseball game Saturday morning we went to Lowe's where we bought us a brand new ginormous shop vac and a box of clean-up bags and spent the entire rest of the day cleaning out the garage. I was worn so slap out by the end of the day that we didn't even get up and go to church on Sunday but it is such a relief to know that I no longer have to park my car in the middle of Hoarderville.
I finally got up the motivation to get back to work on my closet yesterday morning and that's when the invisible vise got ahold of my head. Organizing things is not one of my unique God-given abilities and nothing is more physically and mentally draining than working on something we weren't necessarily wired for.
The problem is, the disorganization gives me just about as much of a headache as the act of organizing it. It's a vicious cycle that I've been living for 41 years (well, 42 tomorrow...WHAT?!). But the closet is complete...neat, organized and semi-color coordinated.
And my headache?
At least until I get started on the linen closet...or inhale another big puff of pollen.
Post inspired by Writer's Workshop prompt: Something that gave you a headache.