I can't get my act together and I don't know why

I have a sweater organizer at one end with a shoe organizer beside it.  Then the clothes that hang an then another sweater organizer for my nightwear.  It is organized and beautiful.  Just dont look down, cause under all that is boxes, clothes, and everything stuffed in piles, in bags, in knapsacks....

HOLY COW. That is so sick. I have a black pair of shoes and a brown one. What the heck....! 

I have quite a few pairs of shoes, but they are not choos or manolos.  I think one pair would cost the same as ALL the ones I have gotten at DSW....   I have been in either crocs or very soft slip ons with flat heels.   My toe nails are beginnng to grow again, but I foresee no sandals this summer.   OR I will make a fashion statement with socks and sandals .. !!!!   

Dream, that's not a fetish, that sounds like a normal closet. You aren't telling us something.... 

A window in your closet, GSG? Now that's a dream!!

Aw, the shoes will come back in style---if you can still walk in them! I am now rueing some tossing I did (I feel virtuous if I give away 2 or 3 pair a season!) after looking at new magazines.

I am off to DSW~~~just as soon as I get on and off the treadmill!

Way to go Dream.  My mom has always reminded me that 100 years from now, no one is going to care if your house is clean.  Dust Bunnies Unite!

Hi gsg, Wanted you to know that you are not alone.  My house is also a wreck.  And I spend a good deal of time looking for things, keys, credit cards, my glasses, the remote.  I know what you mean, in every sense.  I come to life as soon as I leave my house.  In fact, I'd sell it if the real estate market were not so bad just so I could start from scratch. 

 I believe that my house is a reflection of my state of mind - flailing, floundering, waiting for the ax to fall.  I don't dare bring anyone in here as it is apalling.  Every ounce of energy I have goes to my job and a long walk in the fresh air.  I sadly spend a good deal of time watching T.V.  It allows my mind to rest.  I feel overwhelmed and frightened being alone with all of this.  It has never been like this. 

 And me?  50 lbs up also.  None of my very fine cloths fit anymore.  I work at home so that allows me to walk around in my ratty robe all day if I want.  I just hope it doesn't stay this way. 

 I have managed some improvement which is sporadic and usually done impulsively.  But even that is better than the stagnation that has become my life other than work.  I just don't want you to think you are alone and I know we are not lazy.  This is something that I believe will pass with time.  Best to you, Wendy

As a dear BC sister advised me about small details, "It'll never be noticed on a galloping horse!"

Or as my mother said, often of fashion, "You are creating an illusion."

As I say, "Whatever works!!

Daffodil.....for a minute I thought you were here taking a picture of MY shoe closet......But then I remembered mine don"t have all those shelves. I have about that many shoes but mine are all in a huge pile almost eye level. I must have shelves put in....it so tidy!

GSG...It"s good to see you again. Was getting a little worried. So getting back to the original subject....Why can't we get it together? What is happening to us? We should be happy as a pig in you know what, now that we have this stuff behind us. Delayed reaction?? Lately it seems I have to keep picking myself up all the time. Where does this come from?

So now that we are on track maybe we can chew this over a little.

Keep the closets SHUT!!!!

Artsee

I am assuming most of  you have gotten your "act" together a bit better than I have. Today I dug out the upright vacuum and thought I had it clicked in position.  As I reached to unplug the cord, it fell on my arm - a quarter size bruise.   Call me Super Klutz...!!!   

My new mantra:  A clean apartment is highly over rated.    

Hi ladies.  I've been procrastinating all week to get my checkbook balanced.  I went into a tailspin two weeks ago when I got my statement.  I set off a chain reaction and accumulated 7 overdraft charges.  I called the bank to plead for mercy but I was back in the red again and they said I had to have some money in my account before they'd even consider waiving any fees. 

I think this must be ptsd.  I know I need to deal with this, but I haven't.  Now it's friday, and it's also my 50th birthday.  You'd think someone of my age would be able to at least pay her utility bills on time and have something more celebratory to do than figure out if I can get my water bill paid before the disconnect notice goes into effect.  

Could someone please cheer me up?  My mom's having a small dinner party for me tonight, and I don't want to crumple into a sobbing heap. 

I try, I try, I organize and it falls apart.  I just cannot keep up.

Our internet got turned off yesterday because "guess who?" forgot to pay the phone bill.  I called today to pay the bill by phone but because I didn't know the "secret password," they wouldn't let me pay the bill.  The bill is in my husband's name.  They wouldn't even tell me how much the bill was.  Like some stranger is going to call in and pay my bill?!? So, when dh came home from work he had to call the phone company.  There was no "secret password" on the account because he had not set it up yet.  He had to set it up today, so there was no way I could know a word that didn't yet exist.  He also had to have an answer to a secret question.  If any of you want to pay my phone bill - our secret number is the last 4 # of our phone # and our dog's name is Harley. 

Oh Jane, too funny! I'm going to tell everyone I know what your password is!

I remember when the bank was horrified that my husband and I knew each other's password! I told the lady, "You know we swap spit don't you?" She still couldn't get it.