Welcome to the world of an executive Project Management Officer….gone bad.
Read and experience what happens to a trained, professional organizer when she is suddenly “sent home” for good. Within hours, lists sprout for every room in the house, showing up on every surface, promising a change is coming, a big change.
- Closets get organized. Clothes (mostly my husband’s) head for Goodwill. Shoes line up at attention.
- Cabinets are emptied, contents tossed and all remaining items returned in alpha order.
- Woodwork is washed, wall after wall, door after door (including edges and jambs).
- Paint cans, brushes and tarps appear and wall colors change weekly and sometimes daily.
The frenzy started the “day after” I was riffed and has been gaining momentum. Please join me. Read and learn all about home economics….on acid!
Share your stories, too. I’m sure there is some corner of this giant house that I have overlooked!
BTW – my husband was last seen heading for his over-sized, heated garage, bolting the door from the inside and swearing an uprising if I tried to organize his tools.
I have a key…and he still has a job…