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My Home Is Always Tidy (Just Don’t Peek Inside the Closets)
Perhaps it’s due to my upbringing with a mother who had a penchant for perfection. Or maybe it’s the classic Virgo trait of mine that simply can’t handle disorder and mayhem. Then again, if you ask my husband and kids, they might say I just revel in driving them mad with my relentless reminders to “clean this up” and “get rid of that.” Whatever the cause, my home is usually spick-and-span—on the surface, at least.
However, there are definitely some secrets hidden in my closets (and I might just be speaking literally if you dig deep enough—who knows what’s lurking in there?). Despite the seemingly orderly facade of my home, be prepared for a potential avalanche if you dare to open any closet or drawer. My storage spaces, cabinets, and pantry are a chaotic mess, and that’s just the way it’s always been—and likely always will be.
Back in my childhood, whenever my mom instructed me to tidy up my room, I would shove all my clutter into a massive pile and bulldoze it into the closet, slamming the door shut behind me. Voilà! My room looked immaculate, my mom was satisfied, and I avoided being scolded for my untidiness. Sure, I’d need to throw my weight against the closet door to open it and often lost items for months under the pile, but hey, my room was neat.
Fast forward a few decades, and here I am still struggling with organization behind the scenes. It’s not quite as disastrous as my childhood closet, but it’s still pretty embarrassingly messy for someone who appears to be the very definition of “everything in its place.” Every time I open the kitchen cabinet that houses my pots and pans, I’m met with a cacophony of clattering cookware. My wardrobe isn’t so much hung as it is draped, tossed, and crammed together. And if you’re in need of a band-aid, good luck finding one in my first-aid drawer, buried beneath a mountain of nearly empty or expired tubes and boxes.
I have no valid excuse for being such a disorganized mess (pun intended). It’s pure laziness, I suppose. I know that if I just spent a little time and energy getting everything in order, it would require far less upkeep later. But, you know… I also realize that giving up chocolate could help me reach that dream bod I’ve always wanted, yet here I am hoarding it in my rumpled underwear drawer.
In a perfect world, I’d have one of those Marie Kondo-style pantries with everything meticulously stacked and labeled, along with a closet where my clothes are pressed, hung, and arranged by season and color. I’d also have someone to clean the rest of my house to my exacting standards, giving me the time and energy to tackle the chaos behind closed doors.
But alas, that’s not my reality. Until I can magically afford a maid or a professional organizer (or stumble upon a way to stretch my day beyond 24 hours, both of which seem unlikely), I’ll continue prioritizing the visible spaces that the public sees. Yes, it does bother me that my hidden spaces aren’t as tidy as the rest of my home—I’m neurotic like that—but not enough to stress myself out over it. I just don’t have the energy for it.
I might share the same 24 hours as Beyoncé, but I highly doubt she spends any of hers cleaning out her closet.
This article was originally published on April 28, 2017.
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In summary, while my home may appear tidy at first glance, there are hidden messes lurking behind closed doors. I strive to maintain a welcoming environment while accepting that a little chaos is part of life.