Today Scott locked me in my office and told me to clean it. I'm not kidding. He TOTALLY locked me in there. BUT the joke is TOTALLY on him, because after months of piles and more piles on my desk, I ACTUALLY was in the mood to clean my office. It was GOOD TIMING.
I was actually really excited, like a little kid excited. I ran to Scott and said,
"COME AND BEHOLD!!!"
And then Scott said to me in his most serious and stern parenting voice,
"Now, I'm going to say to you the same thing that I say to the kids...Don't You FEEL BETTER?"
And then I did something I try never to do and I exclaimed with Delight... "YOU WERE RIGHT!!!"
And he was.
And we won't even tell him about all the stuff I shoved into my bookshelf to hide until a later time. We DO NOT even need to tell him. And WE won't. RIGHT?
So what piles have you been putting off organizing?
Do you have a Mr. Bossy Pants that is usually right?
Do you put off jobs for months that end up only taking you about an hour?