Once upon a time I was organized. Then a mean ol’ tree landed on our home, rainwater spewed over my closing documents, the file cabinet from Walmart leaked and what do you know… no more organization.

During our refugee days, organization consisted of keeping papers in color-coded laundry baskets where wet papers were left to dry following their rescue. All the while I promised myself daily that the minute we moved back home, new files and a logical filing system would get first attention over decoration.

Didn’t happen.

Then yesterday, I wasted an hour and a half hunting for our survey– a survey that originally cost $450 and who-knows-how-much for another copy, not to mention an hour and a half that could’ve been spent doing more dishes or compulsively scanning MLS and other fun stuff. And while I consoled myself that this would just be another lesson in the REI business school of hard knocks, the bile in my throat didn’t agree.

Finally gave up. Called our old mortgage broker to ask for the name of our surveyor to order another copy. He said, “That’s sitting in our back room. Found it the other day… guess we never mailed it.” Heavy sigh of relief followed by mild irritation followed by a resolution to get organized *this month* before the agony of income tax rolls around yet again.

So, because I’m irritated and do my best writing in states of agitation, you shall be bombarded with my indignation so I don’t fry the poor child-units.

Many pictures to follow as I peruse Office Depot for the most expensive way possible to a life of Organizational Bliss.

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