How The Chaos Theory Really Works

It's finally raining! Yahhh! That means I don't have to feel guilty about staying inside and picking up after my messy self instead of being outside when its nice. I start out with good enough intentions at the beginning of the week. My stuff is obsessively organized just perfect --so much so that if you moved my toothbrush an inch, I would notice. But then, as days creep by...things start falling apart at the seams. Monday, there's 3 hangers on the closet floor, a dresser drawer left open and an unmade bed. By Tuesday, there's 3 hangers on the floor, a dresser drawer left open, an unmade bed, cookie crumbs by my alarm clock and a dirty bag of gym clothes scattered. Come Wednesday, there's 3 hangers on the closet floor, a dresser drawer left open, an unmade bed, cookie crumbs by my alarm clock, a dirty bag of gym clothes scattered, candlewax drippings all over diary, 3 empty shampoo bottles left in shower, toothpaste dried up in sink, and an unflushed toilet (gross). Scary Thursday appears and there's 3 hangers on the closet floor, a dresser drawer left open, an unmade bed, cookie crumbs by my alarm clock, a dirty bag of gym clothes scattered, candlewax drippings all over diary, 3 empty shampoo bottles left in shower, toothpaste dried up in sink, an unflushed toilet (gross), coins and loose cash on hope chest, newspaper clippings, cut-outs and articles from NY Times saved and spread all over the carpet, a wine bottle half empty next to my pillow, and a clogged shower drain. By Friday, well, you get the picture. A F5 tornado aptly called "job-first-house-second" levels my living space and I can't function like this for another moment! So come Sat, (again after working OT 3am-9a though) I put my sanity back in place and heave a sigh of relief -- just in time to repeat the performance for the next week!