Day two and here I am

I have this thing where I get up in the morning and immediately grab my iPad to check Facebook. I gotta stop doing this. I end up laying there for an extra half an hour. But despite my initial lazy ass-ness I got up and made my bed, scooped the cat boxes, and put all my clean laundry away.

I usually leave the laundry sitting in the dryer all week and then I have to contort myself into the dryer to find what I need. I have a bad lower back and this is a stupid method for me. There's a certain satisfaction and a freeing of your mind when you can just reach in your drawers for your clothes and there they are, waiting. And that brings me to my musings while I was falling asleep last night.

Years ago, I remember telling my husband that I just wasn't an organized type or a neat person and that was something I couldn't change. This isn't really true. I just didn't want to. I've always been known as the scatterbrain. I'm a smart girl, but I have so many thoughts in a day that half of them never turn into anything concrete. See? I'm already getting off track. I'm ready to write about my less desirable traits. Let's shift gears again. Why do I want to change? 

I realized, after cleaning up my bedroom, that life is much less stressful in an uncluttered environment. I wake up and everything around me is in order. And I don't have to think, or worry about the mess I see. Imagine if every room in my house were this way? I could just come in and put away the groceries without having to remove 10 tons of old food. Or move a gazillion things off the counter to put the bags down. That's a lot less stress right there. Imagine if I didn't have to move things off the kitchen table so we could eat? That sounds wonderful. Imagine if every time the dog tossed her cookies on her fresh blanket (I swear she waits til I put the brand new, clean blanket on her bed and then "HURKKK!!!!") I had a replacement waiting in a drawer?

These are things that don't come easy to me. Mainly because I never put anything away in the same place twice. And that is the brutal truth. It drives my husband up a wall because he is the exact opposite. I've done it for so long I have no issue adjusting and finding what I need but for him? It's a nightmare.

So after I got up and did those few things upstairs, I put all the clean dishes away and reloaded the dishwasher. I made myself my WW planned breakfast. Aaaaand, I cleaned fresh dog bile off the deck. Now I'm going to log my food and have some gaming fun until it's time to think about dinner. And I don't have to feel guilty about it. :D