Sunday, October 4, 2009

Home Reorganization and the Virgo

I'm a Virgo.

This drives my husband nuts because when I'm a neat-freak, I'm pretty OCD. When I'm not a neat-freak, I can still tell you exactly where everything is.

In preparation for home schooling Chaos, I've flipped the living room into a sort of topsy-turvy wreck of space.

Our living room is huge. Large. Spacious. When we first moved in a few months ago, I actually looked at the place and wondered how, exactly, I was supposed to assign "zones" like the pros at HGTV suggest. With this room taking up exactly one-third of the total floor space for the house, I'm still in awe some days at how much "stuff" I put in here... and still had empty patches.

But no more. A few thrifty shopping trips through the clearance aisles and I picked up some bookshelves, storage footstools, and a rug that was marked 95% off. My home is clearly marked out in purpose now.

However, somewhere in the re-organization, I had to make a compromise with my husband. He's taking over my craft area. I get to keep my small bookshelf over there (now neatly organized after three hours of work) to store my projects and supplies, but I no longer have the large table to use as a sewing surface. Instead, my sunny window spot will be taken over with computers. I'm not totally pleased with this.

My sulkiness at being relocated has manifested in a resurgence of my Virgo tendencies. I'm taking my sweet time to clean and put things away. I'm picking up items individually. I'm stopping to put like items together. I'm putting things away at the exact moment I pick it up. The most accurate description would be to imagine someone digging a hole with a teaspoon when there's probably a shovel sitting nearby. My husband has retreated with a laptop to the bedroom to escape the utter madness.

But, in the efforts of harmony, I'll be nice. I'll clear a spot off the couch for him.
For now.

Tomorrow I'll be EVIL.