I would love to be clean and organized. I try and try. I care very much that my house is cluttered. I don't know why I can't get this. I think part of it is that my mom and her mom were both horders. (My grandma was worse than my mom, but a lot.) So, I have those tendancies. I fight against them. I have to talk myself out of things like holding on to useless things for sentimental value. Like I don't need every single birthday card my kids ever get, etc. (My grandma even used to fold up the wrapping paper and save them for sentimental reasons.)

On the other side of it, I will be folding shirts for example. I feel this weird something in my mind. As I fold the shirts. I start having trouble folding. It's like this buzzing sensation. I start to get confused. I get irritated and frustrated as the confusion comes over me. I know the shirt needs to go somewhere. If I'm lucky, I will put them in the drawer. If I'm sort of lucky I will stuff them in drawer, and they become unfloded. If I'm less than lucky I will lay them on top of the dresser. And if I'm really bad I won't even get that far and the clean clothes are in the basket and the dirty ones are on the floor because the basket it full.... (That's the current situation.)

And then I say "I promise next time I will put the clothes away," to myself. Because it's a pain. Especially in the morning to find my son's school shirts and my shirts, and pants and undies.... etc... etc...