I'm A Special Kind Of Crazy

I yearn to turn chaos into order. This longing sits deep within me. I find true joy in an organized closet. My heart beats faster when I open the Martha Stewart magazine issue on putting everything in it's place. This need to order all that's around me is a sick disease. Sure, it looks nice once it's finished. But then real life takes hold, and nothing is returned to it's assigned spot.

I fed my sickness today by organizing the medicine cabinet. Yes, we have an entire cabinet devoted to pills. I like to think of it as more of an homage. Behold the disarray:


Now it is all nicely contained. It's pretty and labeled. Defined categorizes now exist. My soul now feels settled knowing that all this medicine is organized:


But by tomorrow, my crazy will set in. It will start as soon as someone doesn't put a bottle back where it belongs. Or, heaven forbid, someone switches the bins around. I'm closing my eyes and cringing.


For today, I'm keeping the cabinet open. Just so I can look at it. Starting tomorrow, I'll keep it closed and pretend that everything is perfect behind closed doors. Hey, that's what I do with the girl's bedrooms. I shall silently repeat, "there's no place like an organized home, there's no place like and organized home...."