I've Got a Bruise on my Forehead.

This is "get organized" month, and I dread every day of it. Organization is not my strong suit. Heck, it's not even my weak suit. With every lovely post on the fine art of organizing, I've gotten more and more depressed. I mean, isn't it bad enough Twinkies has gone into bankrupcy?

Everyday when I open our blog, I slap my forehead, and it's gotten so bad, my forehead is bruised.

"You should put something on that," Calvin suggested, his hand in the cookie jar.


When I opened the door to our medicine cabinet, two bottles of Nyquil hit me on the nose. Darn if I didn't have to clean the cabinet out just to find cotton balls to shove up my nose to stop the bleeding.

When dear Calvin saw my swollen nose, he said as he opened a bag of chips, "Maybe you should put ice on that."

Well, my ice bag is kept in the freezer. You know, just so I know where it's at. But when I opened the freezer, two half-gallons of ice cream fell on my feet and broke all my toes--or so it seemed. So I had to clean out and organize my freezer just to find the darn ice pack for my nose.

Altnough the ice took the swelling out of my nose, my toes were too swollen to squeeze into winter shoes, so I had to find a pair of sandals in my walk-in closet. I knelt and reached between stacks of plastic tubs full of summer clothing to find my favorite pair of strappy, comfy shoes. How was I to know that's where our neighbor's cat we're babysitting, while they're gone, takes his afternoon nap? Mr. Cuddles (NOT) scratched my arm to bits. So, I had to clean the darn closet and organize it just to find my sandals, flipflops, Dr. Schols...anything for my swollen tootsies.

Calvin saw me pouring peroxide on my arm. "You should probably wrap that," he suggested as he poured another cup of coffee. I shot him a dark look.

Problem was when I cleaned and organized the medicine cabinet, I put all the overflow into the linen closet. How...how was I to know Mr. Cuddles, still in a feline huff from having his hiding place disturbed, had laid claim to the linen closet?



I'm telling you I can't take any more organizing! I'm just not cut out for it. And if you think that picture is of me, let me say that dear helpful husband gave me one TOO many suggestions.