I’m a word woman.
I love love love words. I love root words and compound words, alliteration and homophones, long words and short words, and made-up words.
When we bought our fridge, I remember being overly giddy when it hit me how incredibly creative the brand name “Frigidaire” is. Get it? Frigid air?
If you’ve read my blog this week, you know how I have finally grasped some new concepts. If you’re tired of hearing about it, you might want to click away to some other blog, because I’m going to ramble on some more about my lightbulb realization of the week.
It hit me the other night that the root word of “container” is “contain.” Simple, really, and probably everyone else in the world, even non-word-people, got it the first time they heard it.
Containers always look cool to me. Slobs love seeing organized spaces, we just don’t get how to achieve it. I used to even buy lots of containers . . . you know, because they were going to solve all of my problems.
I’m not claiming that my Root Word Realization Moment is going to change everything, but I think it’s a teeny-tiny step in the right direction.
Containers are for containing. I’ve always thought of them as being for sorting, organizing, blah blah blah. All the things that were abstract concepts for me.
Contain. Let’s use it in some sentences. “Contain yourself!” Meaning – don’t let your emotions, anger, whatever out inappropriately. “The firefighters are working to contain the fire.” Meaning – they are keeping it in one place so it doesn’t spread and cause damage or destruction.
Get it? Contain. So the big secret organized-types know that I don’t, is that containers aren’t just to look pretty and make a space one-time-show-off-able . . . they’re to contain things. Markers go in this container, and no where else. Markers that don’t fit in this container can’t be in our home. If they get placed to the side of the container because it’s too full, they cause damage to our home, our psyche, our peace by being a mess. If the container really truly doesn’t hold enough markers, I should get a bigger container. But if there are plenty of markers in the container to support the coloring habits of three children, I don’t need the markers that don’t fit.
If you were here, and if you knew me well enough, you would hear a very high pitched opera note at this moment.
I got this basket out of the garage sale pile, and put all of our Wii stuff in it. ALL of it.
And then, get this . . . I had been proud that I had a clear space in the pantry, designated for our home group’s paper supplies. (We don’t really use paper plates anymore, remember . . . )
I actually giggled a little when I took this picture. I mean, if I pull this out on a Sunday night, people might think I’m an organized person! Hahahahaha!!!! Wouldn’t the joke be on them?!?!
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