Random ramblings: Forever playing catch-up

These days it seems like all I ever do is try to catch up with everything that needs to be done. Often times I wonder if there will ever be a time when I think, "you know, I really don't have anything to do today". And, how will that day feel? Seems like I might curl up into the fetal position and start rocking back and forth . . . . all of that free time might just be the one thing that will cause a mental breakdown. Maybe that is why I keep adding projects to my list? Maybe subconciously I know that if I ever complete my to do list, it will be the end of my sanity. Of course, anyone who knows me well enough knows that I always have a new project brewing, something to obsessed about, so I am fairly confident that my to do list will always be full of things that I know will someday may or may not get done. I have come to accept that everything will not always get done, because let's face it, sometimes things get added to the list that are completely irrational -- like organizing the toy room and EXPECTING IT TO STAY THAT WAY.

The good news (or maybe bad news) is I get a high from crossing things off the list. . .like this cabinet in my kitchen. It was the dumping ground for everything that did not have a place when we moved in. And, for the last eight months, each time I would open the door, my OCD would kick in and my neck would start to twitch and I would be overcome fear that opening the door too quickly might throw off the delicate balance of the pile of junk and an appliance which had never been used and I had long forgotten I owned would come flying out of the mess and kill me instantly. And then, I would be one of the crazies they report on the news as "Woman killed by a TurboCooker in less than 20 seconds, ironically about the same time it takes to cook a roast", and my children would be forever haunted by as seen on TV appliances. So, last weekend, I had enough with the twitching and decided to do something about it before me, or anyone else was injured. So, I removed everything, threw out the things that had never been used, put down some contact paper, organized everything by frequency of use. And now, each time I open the cabinet (which is a lot because it also houses the garbage can), and see the organization, I smile and feel a little giddy -- which I am fairly sure takes me one step closer to insisting that the food in the pantry be organized alphabetically.