How Dreadful!

Last week after Matt and I got married, I spent the next couple of days “setting up house”. I had moved most of my stuff over to his place a few days before the wedding and it was all piled up in the spare bedroom. I love things to be clutter free and organized so I wanted to get all my stuff put away as soon as I could. First I separated my things according to what room they would go into. Then I made a place in each of those rooms for my things. I got all of my bathroom toiletries organized and stored away first. Then I moved on to my favorite task…the closet! I am kind of a freak when it comes to my closet. I organize everything by color, type of sleeve, collar or no collar, etc. I know it is excessive organization but I like it to look clean and neat. I finished the task and just stood in the closet for a while admiring my handy work. I felt such a sense of accomplishment.

Fast forward to this afternoon:
As soon as I got home from work, Matt and I went to the County Clerk’s office to unsuccessfully get my car tag replaced. (more on that later) When we got home I was going to put my shoes in the closet…in their designated space…I opened the closet door and my heart sank. All the hard work, all the organization, my entire sense of accomplishment was laying there on the floor in an unrecognizable heap. The entire shelf and bar had come out of the wall. I was so frustrated. Matt was telling me how it was fine, and that we would go to Lowe’s and get new shelves. He even offered to put them up tonight. He wanted to rest for a few minutes and then he would help me clean up the mess. I didn’t care about a single thing he was saying. I couldn’t sit and relax when I knew what was waiting for me down the hall. I told him to rest and I got to work.

Looking back on the situation, it would have been so much easier if I would have listened to my husband. I wouldn’t have been in the closet sorting through my chaos all alone. I wouldn’t have been fighting falling shelves and wire hangers by myself. The work would have been finished in half the time. I think sometimes it’s so much easier for me to choose to do things alone. I’ve been quite independent as an adult. I don’t believe God led me to my mate for me to continue my life ‘as is’. I have a partner now! We can face all of life’s challenges together, even if it’s just as simple as a few clothes on the floor.


5 Responses to "How Dreadful!"

Anonymous said... December 1, 2008 at 9:40 PM

i can't help but smile at looking at all your clothes in the floor. it indeed was a "dreadful" site to see, but it was kind of funny at the same time. i think the Lord was telling you to not be so organized! :)

love you!

Jill said... December 2, 2008 at 10:43 AM

My how things have changed since you were a little girl! I love that you have somehow acquired orgainizational skills. You didn't have a very good role model in that area...

Marcie said... December 2, 2008 at 11:52 PM

Oh my word! That must have been a nightmare for you. I'm glad you got it all fixed though. Luckily I havent experienced this since all my clothes start out on the floor anyway...

Tracy: said... December 11, 2008 at 8:20 AM

I thought this was a picture of my closet! ha! I like "clutter free" but have absolutely no organizational skills to get there, so it's all shoved in drawers and closets..but boy does the house look nice, ha!.... : )

Rebecca said... January 8, 2009 at 1:10 PM

Alyson the same thing happened to me when I move into my Apartment! How funny!