The Paradox...

Lately, I have come to the conclusion that I am a bit of a paradox.

I love being organized. However, you wouldn't know that by looking at the state of my home. Oh sure, I could blame it on the kids. But that wouldn't be entirely true. I could also blame it on my lack of funds to purchase better organizing goodies. But that too would be a half truth.

The sad fact is that I love being organized, but I am a terrible time manager! If I were an employee, I would have been fired long ago. Oh, I start off with the best of intentions. But inevitably I get sidetracked by something else. Say for example, hypothetically of course, blogging. Not that I ever let that get in the way of my organization. *clears throat*

Speaking of getting sidetracked... oh wait, what was I talking about?

And I most certainly can blame the lack of functioning brain cells on my dear daughter who doesn't sleep through the night completely yet.

It wouldn't be such a horrible malady if it didn't interfere in the harmonious relationship that is my marriage. My husband is a neat-freak. I love him for it. But we are total opposites of the housecleaning spectrum. God bless him, he doesn't complain all that much. He's a saint really.
Saint Mr. Clean, that is.

He can bust out a room in one-fourth the amount of time it takes me. He is focused. Determined. Driven. I, on the other hand, am not really described accurately by any of those above adjectives.

But I am a paradox because I want to be. When will the neat-freak house cleaner in me be freed from the time management failure she is imprisoned in? Only time will tell.