First of all . . . I put my Christmas decorations away on NEW YEAR’S EVE!!!
Like . . . even the tree.
Like . . . all the way into the attic. (Actually Hubby did the attic part, but still.)
Once the applause dies down and the shock wears off . . . I’ll share my moment of strange satisfaction.
I love this box. It’s a huge box for a single smallish, but rather expensive figurine. The box is huge because special packing foam was sprayed into half of it, and then the figurine was put in, and another bag of special packing foam was sprayed and put on top.
In an effort to keep this item safe while shipping, the packing material is specially formed to fit it exactly. Like, that box is MADE for that figurine. There’s no where else to put this Santa, and it would make no sense to put anything else in that box.
And once it’s in there, in its own special box, Santa is safe for the rest of the year. Maybe a little hot in our Texas attic . . . but safe.
Putting that one item in that one box gives me a strange satisfaction.
It’s a place. A specific place for a specific thing. No wrapping up Santa in newspaper and hoping I pad him in all the right spots. No seeing how many knick-knacks I can fit into the box.
I wonder if this strange satisfaction is what drives normal people to get all giddy about organizing.
Be sure to check out my Printable Household Checklists, now together in e-book form. They’re still available individually for free as always, but the easy-to-download e-book is on sale for only 2.00 through Friday!