The Wonderbra Avalanche

No, not an avalanche of Wonderbras.

In this metaphor, the Wonderbra is not the snow, it is the idiot who whistles or claps or whatever and causes the avalanche.

Actually, it is probably the whistle itself . . . and I am the idiot.

Last week was a bit crazy, but I was holding on. I did enough of my daily tasks to keep things sane, and did each day’s major cleaning task. I was pretty proud of myself. I even made a small amount of progress in the master bedroom.

But as a slob, I have always known that crazy weeks, days, or whatever can throw the entire house down the slippery slope of chaos, or cause an avalanche, or whatever visual picture helps you understand how out-of-my-control it feels.

I was proud of myself for clearing off the rug in the master. And I legitimately cleared it. I found a place (mostly the trashcan) for each item on it, and didn’t move anything to a “later” pile.

But the parts of the room not pictured in recent posts contain many “later” piles. And one of those “later” piles was on top of the trunk at the end of our bed. It’s a pile of all the clothes to be put up “later.” And the pile was getting huge. I did make it a non-negotiable a while back, but had been negotiating it away for months.

Somewhere in that pile was buried the dress and necessary accompanying Wonderbra for the show I was in Saturday night. I found the dress easily, but couldn’t find the Wonderbra. And being in a hurry, I deemed the finding more important than order and started throwing the piled clothes everywhere as I searched.

If things had been put away properly, I would have gone right to the item I needed, and being in a hurry wouldn’t have caused my room to go from “much better” to “total disaster” in 30 seconds flat. And of course in the name of my frantic schedule, I still haven’t moved the now-spread-out-all-over-the-floor pile back onto the trunk.

We are almost to April, and my goal is to have the Master Bedroom fully decluttered, little bit by little bit, by the end of the month of April.

This has been an excellent reminder that as long as I leave pockets of chaos, the slightest thing can cause an avalanche, and the chaos will spread.

Comments

  1. leigh7911 says:

    Am going through your archives, and after reading the post after this I felt compelled to come back to this one and leave a (slightly rude) comment. I must admit, when I read the title of this I wondered for half a second if the avalanche referred to taking the wonderbra *off*. ;)

  2. Nony the Slob says:

    Thank you thank you thank you for being the one who finally commented on this post! If anyone ever asks you if you ever won anything, tell them that on May 25, 2011, you were Nony the Slob's favorite reader!

  3. I just found your blog and I am loving it! It is going onto my bookmarks tab :)

    This post was a reflection of my life too. I live with a neat freak husband and I am not so neat. I am trying to refine my ways and redefine my version of housework being done. (Laundry is the absolute bane of my existence!) But it is hard because I do daycare from home AND homeschool. I lack energy and sufficient motivation to get much of anything done!

    Thanks for telling it like it is :)

  4. I can sooo relate to this but for me it usually something for Cub Scouts or a church project (I know “it” is in this pile “somewhere”…)

    *sigh*

    Baby steps…

  5. so, i finally made it to this post… i have to say my thoughts mimicked the first commenters’… and it took over a whole year for someone to say that? !?! lol… but i totally relate… we’re late for something and the baby needs his shoes… that didnt get out in the basket…and we find one here and never the other before we HAVE to leave… so we HAVE to carry him… and i come home to a “huger” mess than normal… from our haphazard searching.

  6. Penelope says:

    Okay, so the pile of clothes to be hung up later is on the rocking chair in my bedroom. Last night I was planning ahead for today and dug through it to find the capri pants I wanted to wear….hopelessly wrinkled. BUT I had a load of gone-cold-in-the-dryer clothes that were spinning at the time. Update the dryer setting from “wrinkle release” to “refresh+ steam” and threw those bad boys in there (along with 2 other pair that were excavated) and I’m golden. I did at least hang them all up when they came out of the dryer….not the rest of the load though, I pay the housekeeper to fold laundry every other Friday.
    Mental note, buy little girl more underpants so she can make it 2 weeks!
    See, I don’t have a clever way with words like you do, but a similar level of chaos!

  7. That last sentence is golden! And so true!

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