I love to be organized. Really, I do. I love bins and crates and my little P-Touch labeller.
Unfortunately, life doesn’t quite work out that way all the time.
My left ankle started hurting the other day. I don’t know what I did to it (if anything) but I thought I should wear my brace again. I do have two of them, remember, from when I fell down the stairs last year.
At that time, I knew I had one ankle brace in the house (I think I needed it back in high school or college, and I’ve been carrying it around with me the entire time). But do you think I could find it? Of course not. At the time, though, I needed two (one for each ankle I screwed up!) so as long as I was buying one, I just bought two.
So fast forward to now, when I need one. And can I find either of the two from last year? Of course not! But I did happen to run across the original one that I couldn’t find last year! How the hell that could happen is beyond me. |-|
My goal at this house is to get completely organized. It’s slow going for sure (I can only work during Owen’s naps, amongst everything else I need to do while he naps), but…it’s working a little since I was apparently able to find my old ankle brace!