I love order. I love organization, schedules, and punctuality.
You would NEVER, EVER guess that about me through observation. With six kids, I find order a hopelessly elusive ideal. Maybe it wouldn’t be impossible, but certainly would come at a very high cost to everyone’s happiness and my own mental health.
I do, however, have one little spot in my world that stays perfectly organized.
My make-up drawer always looks like this. It is the one little piece of control that I cling to. It makes me happy every time I look in there.
Lately Simon has discovered it. He will open the drawer, reach his chubby little hand up over his head, and plunge it in. He rummages around until he gets a good grip on something, then pulls it out to see what he has scored.
I have been finding slobbery make-up brushes lying around the house, or half eaten chapsticks on my bed.
I just can’t take it. My one little personal space. I’m going to get a lock.