The Good, The Bad and The Ugly

This is my desk.  Important stuff happens here. Real important stuff.

Stuff that I can't do if I don't have my calendar with my To Do List on it.

This morning, I could not find my list and I had a little meltdown. Well, I didn't have a fit or anything, but I did do a little frantic searching and mumbling.

Seriously, it's no wonder I couldn't find the darn thing. Look at that mess!

When I couldn't find my list I knew, somehow, that I had hit rock bottom.  The only thing I knew was on my calendar in red (which means an appointment in my world), was that I was scheduled to pimp my plasma at 11:45.  That and I needed to grocery shop.  But who can think about eating when they don't know where their list is?

Well, maybe you can, but it discombobulates me.

I decided then and there that I was going to keep my appointment with my Phlebotomist John, but then I was coming straight home to clean off my desk and find my list.  

I had to come at it several times today because life kept getting in the way.  The kids wanted a snack when they got home from school.  Then they wanted dinner.  Can you believe that?  And other stuff too, but do you really care about that?  Me neither, I just need to deal with this mess.

 

I suppose it wouldn't be so bad if I just had one desk to lose things on, but I also have these four crop tables that are set up at all times.

I can't take them down either, because I need them. The kids do their homework on them.  I fold laundry on them. I work at them when I can't see the bottom of my desk. I dump stuff on them.

By the time Saturday night rolls around, I'm doing some pretty frantic shoving and stuffing of stuff into other areas. It's sad really.

As you can see, I'm working on Box Tops at the first table.  The first deadline for submission is October 31st and I need to wrap that up.

This is the crop table that I monopolize for my scrapbooking and crafts on Saturday evenings. Usually it's so full of my own crap that I can't share a table with anyone else.  Not that they'd want to anyway, because they find my Making Memories Carousel imposing.  Well La Dee Da!

And here's the really sad part.  This is my guest room.  It's my dumping ground.  You might be thinking that it doesn't look that bad, but remember, my sister-in-law just left so I've only just started taking it back over.

If I don't want to deal with it or make a decision about it, it gets dumped in here.

This is one of the baskets sitting on the bed.  It's a jumbled mess of ideas for things I want to make.  Crafty things.  And things I need to put away but I don't know where yet.

Eeek!  I just walked around the corner of the bed and found these piles on the floor.  These are pending piles or in baskets.  More like dump it in and forget about it baskets.  I have learned that I cannot be trusted with bins like this.

They are really Procrastination Dumpsters.

And they tend to multiply.

So I can't have them.

Shouldn't.

I really need to take care of those.

But first things first.  I got the desk cleaned off. And I found my list.  Yay!  I'm so exciteeeee . . . What the heck?!!!!  What is that thing sitting on the left side of my desk?

It's a Procrastination Dumpster! Somebody quick! Light it on fire!