The professional organizer is coming over on Tuesday. I'm scared out of my wits about it. I can't just get the living room, kitchen and bathroom "reasonably" tidy and call it quits. She's going to see THE WHOLE HOUSE.
Per my request, we are starting on my bedroom. This is for two main reasons. 1) The bedroom becomes the dumping ground when I'm cleaning in a hurry and/or to keep things away from the kids. 2) Because I think it should be an example to the kids and a sanctuary for me. How can I tell the kids to clean their rooms when mine isn't? And how can I get mad if they don't obey me?
I have to lead by example. So that's where we'll start.
My professional organizer, let's call her "V," has given me a couple of assignments. The first is to take everything out of my bedroom that doesn't belong there and stick it, whatever it is, in the room it should be in. The second is to take pictures of every wall and detailed pictures of the closet. Third, I'm to empty some of those big plastic bins, you know, the kind with lids. I use those to hold my clean laundry before it's folded and put away. Well I have to empty at least three of them to help in the sorting process. So I'm doing laundry like crazy.
I've warned her that I may start bawling when she comes over. She thinks that it's because I'll have a hard time letting go of things. It's not. (Well, I may have a hard time, but that's not my primary concern.) It's because I'm deeply embarrassed to have someone see how I really live.