Productivity

Yesterday was my day off. I didn't really have any plans, aside from playing Oblivion and practicing dulcimer.

And then, for some reason, I was in the mood to sort things.

I should explain right here that this only happens a few times a year. See, I struggle with ADD, and most of the time, trying to sort through large amounts of random stuff makes my brain overload. Circuits short out, things start smoking, the gears lock up, and, more often than not, my urge to clean just ends up with me making an even bigger mess than I started with.

But, because you have to seize the opportunities when they present themselves, I went ahead and gave it a go.

I spent two hours sorting through the disaster that is my front bedroom. I've been putting this off for over a year now, and it actually probably needed to be done six or eight months before I started telling myself to do it. So yeah, it was pretty stacked up and horrible in here.

I got rid of a ton of stuff--mostly yarn, and unfinished crochet projects that, let's be honest here, I'm not going to finish. Lots and lots of stuff that should have been thrown away before it ever made it into the piles of doom. I even found my old Sharpie stash. I didn't even know it had survived the move from the apartment.

Now I've got a giant bag of crap to take to the Goodwill on my next day off, and I removed an entire trash bag of random stuff, too.

So the room isn't done, or really even very close, but I think I can get it done on Friday if I really buckle down and force myself to do it. But it's going to involve buying organizational stuff--containers and baskets and such.

And even though I thought I'd stop with the craft supply purge, I went ahead and cleaned off the safe, and actually opened the safe and sorted through the nightmare of pieces of paper that are my husband's idea of keeping everything together. I got rid of stuff, sorted everything into hanging file folders, labeled said files, and even started working on moving other paperwork over to the safe.

Oh, and I cleaned the kitchen.

I understand that for those of you who aren't living with the inattentive-type ADD, this isn't really that much to accomplish, but most of my days off I struggle to even do the dishes. So yeah, I'm feeling pretty proud of myself right now.

And here's where the infertility mindset comes in. At the end of my cleaning spree, I sat down to eat a ginormous salad (also pretty proud of that), I had the fleeting thought, "Maybe I'm pregnant! These are totally like nesting urges!"

Nice try, Lainie. Nice try.