"Well, there is only one piece of advice I can give you," said the wisest of wise men. "The secret of happiness is to see all the marvels of the world and never to forget the drops of oil on the spoon."



('The Alchemist' Paulo Coelho)




Thursday, April 12, 2007

Mess? What mess?

YP's comment on my last post set me thinking. I have been a tidy person since the age of eight. I can remember exactly when I came to the conclusion that chaos was not the way to go when I couldn't close the lid on the desk in my bedroom and suddenly decided that I was going to 'TIDY UP.' So I did. The trouble was, that although I was a convert, those around me were yet to be convinced. My sister made untidiness an art form and probably still does.
Then the children came along. I have vivid memories of coming home from work and having to climb over the mountains of schoolbags, lunch-boxes, PE kits, trumpet cases, discarded shoes, blazers etc in the hall - the detritus of the children's school-day.
Bedrooms were another source of contention. Unlike me, my children were always hoarders, and that included empty boxes, carrier bags (Younger Daughter had a serious collection of 'designer' carrier bags) and of course, the ubiquitous dirty coffee cups, crisp packets and chocolate wrappers. There were times, I confess, when I would wait for the boys to be out in order to do a grand clear-out of their rooms in order to avoid the protests about how that dirty plate had been under the bed for six weeks and wasn't doing any harm to anyone.
I dreamed of interior designer chic, minimalism - OK I would have settled for just plain tidiness!
When I first met Keith, there were three full black bin bags on his kitchen floor, so I certainly can't claim that I didn't know what I was letting myself in for. In fact, he can be tidy when he wants to be, it's just getting him to want to be that's the problem.
Maybe the new shed, being delivered next week, could be the answer. NASA would fit nicely in there...
No, you're right, I couldn't be so cruel... could I? Maybe I need counselling.

6 comments:

  1. Interestingly the biggest battle of my teaching career has been to simply keep my desk tidy. I am often overwhelmed by paper and jusat don't have time to process it all properly. Our thrusting designer chic headteacher on the other hand has a pristine office and somehow expects everyone else to function as she does. Chaos is like a lover - sometimes infuriating and sometimes very comforting and safe.

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  3. I know JUST what you mean about the avalanche of paper, YP.

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  4. Phew! Can finally view your blog again, I was feeling quite the "persona non gratis" ...welcome back!

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  5. Jen

    are you still busy, come back all is forgiven, I love reading your blog...

    Debbie.x.

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