So here you have it. My husband it a neat man. I keep telling him he could make a living organizing other peoples lives, mine included, but I am too emotionally attached to my "stuff". He keeps the rest of the house spotless, save one counter in the kitchen that I sometimes get my clutter gene going with, he does not tolerate that too long and then he proclaims it is time for me to tame the counter. I do, but it all just arrives in one tidy pile to my office, hold on, you'll see below. I need to get a hold of all this paper. I need to organize it. Believe it or not I do get rid of stuff. I just have way too many interests to keep them all in check all of the time! But no more excuses, cause I know I'll feel better when this is under control.
Kate had the audacity to tel me the Chee was bad in here! REALLY! I had not noticed! She loves to state the obvious.
Here is the list of my self imposed rules to help tame this here now office:
1. No more hearts or free cell card games until I can see my table. I'm going to clear the game counter and have Tim keep me accountable. (Tim's office on the other hand is immaculate).
2. Only use the birthday cards I have on hand to send birthday greetings, no more new cards until I am down to less than 20. (oh this is going to be a hard one, so everyone hold on, expect post cards and hand stamped Happy Birthday cards!)
3. File papers on hand and try to make everything else electronic.
4. sort sort sort!
