"Where's My Phone?"

“Where is my phone?” Some of the answers have been: second shelf of the pantry, back bumper of the Explorer, rolled up in the bounce house (that took a whole weekend to figure out), and on the floor in my closet (not sure how I ever found it in there).

This is my purse.

What you can see: Blue socks (for an impromptu ice-skating or Monkey Joe's trip), a gigantic Hershey Bar (never leave home without chocolate), two VBS forms I haven’t turned in yet, nail polish, tissues and Band-Aids.

What you don’t see: Loose change, a green bouncy ball, chewable Imodium (a long-distance runner’s staple), a piece of glass that Alice wanted to put in her “treasure chest,” two expired coupons, and the top to my perfume bottle, among other things.

Here is my closet.

Now you can see why it was a miracle I found my phone in there.

The junk drawer.

How am I supposed to know whose number that is? Or why I even wrote it down???

The file thing on the right was an attempt at organization at one point. Tucked back in there somewhere is a plastic baggy with my broken engagement ring in it. You might think this picture was taken in December. Nope, I still haven’t sent my parents their Christmas presents from Alice. So now every time I need the cutting board, I reinitiate my guilt of being a lousy daughter.

As you can clearly see, I have problems with organization and neatness. My life would run so much smoother if I could find the shoes that go with the wrinkled pants that I don’t have time to iron because the ironing board is covered with fabric scraps and fur. I would always be on time if I didn’t have to search for the invitation with the directions on it, my music for class or the registration forms I have yet to fill out. I would be a much happier, less-stressed Mama if things were neat and orderly.

I can’t take a picture of it, but my mind seems to fit in right along with my purse, closet and junk drawer. If I can get what I can see in order, maybe my head will follow along. I make excuses of not having enough time to organize, being a busy mom and all. But if I am able to play Scramble for eight weeks, I think I have the time.

My good friend is convinced I have ADD. But I am certain I suffer from another ailment: LAZY. Now, if they just made a pill for that.