Temporary arrangements and I don't get along.
Dear Organized People,
You intimidate us. It isn’t personal, you understand, but those of us not blessed with orderly natures feel overwhelming despair when faced with a seemingly insurmountable quantity of Things that need to be put away Somewhere.
After my recent move, I should’v’e been thrilled when my uber-efficient mother-in-law offered to help me get settled. And I was, until she started bringing in boxes of Random Miscellany from the garage.
“Let’s unpack the batteries and extension cords,” she said brightly, the way you or I would propose a weekend getaway or a trip to the ice cream store.
Alarm bells rang. I didn’t have a system in place for that yet, and I didn’t know where their designated spot should be.
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