What is it about the new year that makes us all feel the need to restore, renew, and redo? I am guilty of it myself though I swore off New Year’s resolutions long ago. Instead, I set little goals for myself each day/week/month/year that I want to accomplish. But even so, I always feel a sense of nesting after the new year. I think part of it comes with putting away Christmas decorations and reorganizing, then trying to clean out our closets for our last charitable donation of the year. It just snowballs from there, doesn’t it? Yep, I can see how we all get there.
So fast forward a week into the new year, and I am up to my eyeballs in reorganization. I have been working on my pantry for the last five days. Yes, FIVE DAYS. My mother keeps asking, “Are you still doing that?” My husband said to me two days ago, “I thought you were done with that?” Don’t laugh. If you have children, you understand what it’s like to have an almost 2-year-old on your heels taking everything out that you tidied up, or saying, “More dates, mommy, pleeeease, just a few more dates, mommy!” Did I also mention said toddler got a kitchen set and shopping buggy for Christmas, so she has enjoyed “shopping” in the pantry as I try to clean? But I digress.
Cleaning out the pantry has led me to want to clean out the kitchen because I have several small countertop appliances I keep in the pantry. (I don’t like things on my countertop that don’t have to be there if I can tuck them away elsewhere.) I also have quite a bit of kitchen storage space, so I want to move my small appliances out of the pantry back into the kitchen itself, because having them in the pantry is becoming an annoyance since I have to get a ladder out to get, say, the bread maker down (stored high up to keep away from little hands). It made sense to put them in the pantry at the time, because, well, frankly my kitchen island storage where these things lived previously had been taken over by bottles, sippy cups, and the like. Now that she’s out of most of that stuff, time to clean the island up, find a new home for the bottles, sippy cups, etc. and relocate appliances back into the kitchen.
I also need to desperately clean out my kitchen drawers where I keep my cooking utensils. Did I also mention that I have just about every cooking contraption/device/gizmo known to man? My mother finds this funny. In a knowing sort of way, she’ll say, “Too bad you don’t have X” and I’ll say, “Oh, but I do, thanks for reminding me!” Then I’ll go get whatever it is.
I should also note that I am a compulsive purger of all things unnecessary. And by purging, I don’t necessarily mean throwing away. I mean passing things along to others that may want or need them, or donating things to charity. So often, my purging and cleaning involves mini stacks of things designated for a potential future owner (be it a person, a charity, etc.). I don’t like “stuff” unless it has a use or serves a purpose. With each passing year, I find that I need less “stuff” in my life, so there is always the task of redefining what is purgeable versus necessary.
So you see where I’m headed with this? It’s a slippery slope, this reorganization business. My entire house will be turned upside down in the span of a month because I cannot stop. Everything MUST be organized (she says) and the unnecessary must be purged. I feel better when it’s done. I can check things off the list and feel like I accomplished something outside of the usual drill of daytime routines (though, don’t get me wrong . . . I love my routines, too).
Back to the kitchen drawers for me . . . I have some purging and reorganizing to do!