Growing up, my house was always in perfect shape. Everything had its place and if it didn’t my mother would find one. Actually, almost everything…in my room I had a chair and to my mother’s dismay I piled that chair high with outfits from the week, papers, bags, you name it, I dumped it. The rest of my room was clean and neat only because my mother would tidy it when I wasn’t home. Suffice it to say, I didn’t get her neat and tidy gene.
Fast forward a couple years later and I have my own house to tend after. I was totally lost without mommy picking up after me. Before I knew it my house was out of control. That’s when I started to do a little research on how to become a neat and organized person. I spent hours reading organizing blogs and learned all about labeling, creating a cleaning schedule, and lot’s more that overwhelmed me like none other. I became obsessed with it, I wanted my pantry to have that amazing “after” picture I kept seeing. And so I started where I needed it most, my kitchen pantry.
Why is that my most important space to organize? It’s simple, I love to bake and cook, but it stops there. Cleaning up after or keeping my baking supplies neatly lined up are where I am majorly challenged. When you opened my pantry (at your own risk) you were met with boxes of cereal tumbling down onto your head, bags of opened chips that were most likely stale, and grains of rice all over the shelf due to my talented clumsiness. See how I am writing in past tense, that’s because I did it! I successfully organized my kitchen pantry. I bought boxes and labels and even put up a paper on the inside of my pantry showing what is on each shelf and how much I have of each item. When anyone came over I would casually go into the pantry “just to grab something” and enjoy the ooh’s and aah’s when I revealed its super organized and tidy interior.
Remember, I had to teach myself how to organize that space and keep it that way. It didn’t come naturally to me and that’s why at this moment, I do not show off my pantry when guests come. Keeping it up is quite the challenge. It’s not as bad as it originally was, but let’s just say I sneak in there to quickly get what I want (if I can find it) and close it fast. Every now and then I spend time reorganizing it and getting rid of that peanut butter jar with a tablespoon left that I am saving for a famine, but before I know it I am back to square one. I think I should start a group called “ROA,” Reoccurring Organizers Anonymous. That way I’ll at least know I’m not alone in this fight against my pantry. Us messy folk got to stick together, because we all know what it’s like when the Organizing Queen (aka my mother) walks into the kitchen to get the kids the cereal from the pantry…