Back in March, I was dropping off the paperwork for my son’s camps at the YMCA and I had an oversize planner full of colorful sticky notes. The attendant at the desk opened her eyes wide and exclaimed what I could only interpret as a joke: “Wow. You’re the most organized parent I’ve ever seen.” I rushed to correct the record: “Oh, no. I’m really not this organized. I just act like one for the summer.”
If there’s one thing you should know about me is that, when it comes to household chores, cleaning, organizing, and decorating, I suck out loud at all things related to keeping a tidy home. Of course, it doesn’t help that we live in a small apartment and that my “bedroom” is a multipurpose room that functions as an office, dining area, TV room, reading space, play area and bedroom. And then, there are projects and Legos… But it hasn’t been all that bad—my son’s room has always been the more organized space in the apartment. I’m giving you all this unsolicited information so you’re not judgy of what I’m about to share with you. In my defense, I blame the many goodie bags and crappy toys that overstay their visit by at least 5 years. Also, a death in the family can claim at least an entire closet for a loved one’s belongings.
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