Permission

ahhhh  {sigh of relief}

I have just been given permission to be a slob.

WHAT?  Could you repeat that please?

I just read an organizing blog that gave me permission to be a slob, in areas that don’t count.  I wish I had saved the address!  I should have figured I’d need it to provide proof!

O-h, k-a-y…

How does that work for  a slob in recovery??

I can wad up the washcloths, and towels, and toss them into the linen closet.

I don’t have to fold my underwear.  (I had figured that one out on my own l-o-n-g ago!!)  I will spare you the visual on this one.  You’re welcome.

Don’t fold sheets, just stuff the set into the matching pillow case.

Folding the dish rags?  So last year.  Just toss them up there, willy-nilly.

Last year’s dish rags

There ya go!

Ahhhhhh! and the angels sang!!!

That’s one reason my clean laundry piles up.  I don’t want to spend my time making neat little folds, when it’s just gonna get unfolded soon.  (The same reasoning I use to avoid making my bed.)

So, now, I’ve been given permission to just do it like I wanted to in the first place!

It’s MY apartment!  I need to do what works for ME.  An AMAZING, and freeing concept.  Who woulda thunk?

When people come over, would they rather see a cleared off love seat?  Or a pile of clean laundry there, waiting to be “folded”?

Yes, Shirley, it’s really empty!

I’m thinking they might would rather sit down.

Now, to figure out what to do with my shirts that I don’t want to hang up….