Thought for the day: If you drown in a sea of paperwork that probably means you have lots of papercuts right?

I could not find the kids birth certificates. Well, I found their Kazakhstan birth certificates, but I couldn’t find their American Birth Certificates. We went through the readoption process here in the states just so they would have this handy piece of paperwork. But I can’t find them. They are here somewhere. Swimming in this sea of paperwork. Organized but not organized the right way to find anything. Is it under adoption? Is it under readoption? It wasn’t in the “official documents” folder. *sigh* No worries, I just used Noah’s Green card for school registration. But it irritates me that I am so organized and yet when I really needed something I couldn’t find it. I tore this place apart looking for it.

I seriously have to get a handle on all the paper in this house. I’m drowning in it. Every year at tax time, I feel this way. I feel sick with all the disorganization. I feel sick thinking about the money I am not going to be able to claim because my office organizational skills are somewhat less then stellar.

And then I don’t just focus on my lack office organization. Oh no. I expand my anxiety to every area of my life. Like:

I want to throw out everything we don’t use or donate it to charity. And I want to be brutal. Furniture. Clothing. Toys. The kids really don’t need all these damn toys.

I want all those boxes my husband is storing in the garage to miraculously disappear. Why keep all those freakin’ cables when he just goes to Radio Shack and buys new when he needs one anyway?

I want to buy all new stuff to organize my office so tax time isn’t so overwhelming. I need a new desk. And new hanging folders. And cute little clear see through boxes. And how many years do I have to keep all this crap? I say this every year. Every. Year. And we make tiny baby steps towards improvement.

I have a compulsion to clean out my closet. Cull the clothing. Get rid of the crap I don’t wear. Or better yet, get rid of the crap I look like crap wearing. Heh.

I want to get rid of everything in my freezer and pantry and start over fresh. From now on I will only buy complete “meals” at the grocery store. Sounds good in theory right?

Does anyone else feel this way or is it just me? I am weird aren’t I? [Rhetorical] What makes me even weirder is the fact that I will probably actually do at least half that list to make myself feel better.

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