Everyone told me that my perfectionistic qualities would fly right out the window once I added another child to the mix. They were right. I can no longer keep my house as clean as I'd like. I can no longer consider myself terribly organized. It's more like...well...just terrible. Kinda like the laundry that piles up in the basement. Speaking of which, I can't get out from under the laundry pile. Phone calls I can't always return in a timely manner (unless you're family...then you fly straight to the top of the priority list), emails I don't return as quickly as I used to, projects that I start, but that take weeks to actually finish, when really, it should have just taken a couple of hours.
But there are needs to be met. Crying baby needs to be fed, changed, nursed, or held (and then fed again). Five year-old spends most of the day chanting, "Mom. I'm huuuuunnnnngggggry!" Phone is ringing. A student is arriving in five minutes and I still haven't finished blow-drying my hair. The dog is jumping on the door because he can't hold it any longer.
I was inspired by some of you moms who do the whole "Tackle it Tuesday" thing. Yes, I know it's Wednesday. But I thought maybe, if I post this hideous picture of what our office looks like right now, on this day that I started trying to de-clutter, well, then maybe I'll actually have more motivation to share the finished, completed, more wonderfully organized room that should be deemed a "study" for the sake of hubby, who is working tirelessly to complete his master's degree final project. So here goes. Don't say I didn't warn you.