Part of the after Christmas hangover has to be putting everything back up. This year was a bit better in terms of getting the tree out and decorated. It still took some time and goodness knows I should have done a better job at it but in the aftermath of last year and moving, my things still aren’t really organized.
A couple of years ago I got lazy when I was putting everything away. All my Hallmark ornaments ended up going into a tote as opposed to going back in their box and then into a tote. Last year I barely got the tree up so even thinking about actually putting them in their little boxes was low on the list. This year I managed to get them back into their little homes and put away. I also safely wrapped up my nutcrackers and tucked them into their own tote.
There are times when I wish I could be more like mom and Stacey. Cleaning is not a skill I do well and decluttering is a foreign concept to me. It is times like this that I wouldn’t mind either or both of them to come here and help. If I let mom help (and she would have to be willing which I am guessing would be a no since I am Pigpen) the day would end with mom’s feelings hurt and me wanting to scream. Stacey is occupied with a cute little man in her life and even if she was here helping I fear most of my belongings would be in the trash.
The tree was boxed back up for another year, the ornaments back to their original homes and the random fake pine needles have been vacuumed up. I have left my furniture as is since I like this arrangement better, at least for now. . . but I have a huge empty space in the corner that is begging for crap to be piled there.
I thought once I got into a bigger space that I would be able to organize and keep the place neater. I mean I was justifying the mess at my last apartment because I had less than 900 square feet. . . it is time that I just own it. I am a messy person, it is in my nature and thankfully Chandler is okay with that. Although he is starting to say that my room looks like a bomb exploded in there.
The new year is a great time to start anew, to look at what needs to be dealt with and go for it. We even make resolutions for the new year. Me? I stopped trying to make them when I realized that I normally set high expectations knowing I was going to fail. Now I just try to be the best version of me I can, listen before answering and understand that it cannot always be about me all the time.
Of course I would like to lose weight. . . and I am really going to work on that. It might be baby steps but I am going to try. As for the cleaning, well, that probably won’t change much. It doesn’t bother me and until Chandler threatens to leave I am not going to worry about it.