One only needs to walk in my front door or glance into my car to know that I am not an organized person. I love everything to be clean and in its place and though it’s how my mother raised us to be, I am just not capable of it. My sister inherited the neat gene leaving me surrounded by dust and clutter. I take offense at well meaning people and magazine articles that tell me I should just do this or that and everything would be so simple and so much better. Just take 5 minutes a day to run a cloth over the furniture or convert empty shoeboxes into the most adorable toy holders. If I had 5 extra minutes a day I would put it to better use – like showering, or cutting my children’s nails instead of letting them grind down naturally like rodents. So, I’d like to take five minutes to tell you what I do to get by and stay sane with 3 small children and two jobs. And it has nothing to do with shoeboxes.


