Every night I tidy up Bunny’s toys. Nothing drastic, but big Legos go in
the basket, the other toys in the green bin, and the wood blocks in the
basket. Books go in another box. “I’m
not obsessive compulsive!” I protested to Maj C, as I sorted the number toys in order by
number and color. For a few hours,
I feel like I have a modicum of control over my chaotic life. Until, of course, everything is dumped
on the floor by Bunny, aka the Whirling Dervish of Cape Cod.
The fact is, Maj. C is as a neat freak too. The boy is all about working
systems. Nothing irks him more
than Not Finding Something. I’m
the same way—so you can imagine that the junk drawer was a thorn in our side. Here are the contents of our junk drawer on my counter. Ear buds, pens, safety pins, string,
meds, inhalers, outlet covers,
cough drops, etc. Not good.