Stephen King has Christine and I have the Chair. No, my living room chair is not possessed but I feel it has possessed me and is slowly driving me nuts.
Yes, a chair, this chair. This simple pull out chair from Target. Can you believe it’s from Target? Of course, you can’t believe it because you can’t see it. Sorry, I digress.
So how is that a benign Target Chair is driving me nuts, giving me nightmares, waking me up in the middle of the night and otherwise paralyzing my thoughts and actions.
Look at it, it is filled with papers, magazines, articles, documents and god, only knows what else. Somehow, over time, it has become a dumping ground of stuff. Now you would think if you dump all your papers and stuff in one place, you would be able to find the thing you are looking for because where else would it be. You would be wrong.
In recent weeks, I have lost camp forms, tax forms, doctor’s referrals, a gift card, business cards and other important documents. It seems logical that it would be there but when you need something, magically or supernaturally, it’s not there.
Therein lies the craziness, if its not in the chair, then where is this document? Who knows? Lost in the ether of my apartment with all the other important documents. Funny how a neat pile of papers is now askew from the hysteria that happens when you actually need the document.
What is scares about the chair, is that because I can’t find a document the trickle down impact is huge. I know that when I can’t find something I need when I most need it, my blood pressure gets elevated, my heart rate increases and I get frustrated and snappish with my daughter. Because everyone knows that kids will ask for the most ridiculous thing when you are at your most frantic and frustrating moment, there have been so many times that I have snapped at my daughter. I feel bad for my daughter because it’s not fair to her that I can’t get my act together and be more organized and long-term it doesn’t set a good example.
It’s not bad enough, I am snapping at my daughter and my health takes a hit but walking by the chair every day, it literally taunts me, it has invaded my sleep to the point that it takes me a long time to go to sleep because I think “I really need to stop and clean the chair out” but life happens right and who has time to deal with it and actually who wants to take time out to file papers for hours on end.
And the nightmares, I have one nightmare where there are tens of chairs filling my apartment with papers and books all the way to the ceiling and it gets so bad that one day, that my friends have to stage an intervention and call in the folks from the show Hoarders. That is a nightmare, since I have seen that show. Yikes!
So this weekend, I am going to come hell or high water, clean that chair out because if I don’t, I am really am going to loose my mind.
Don’t let that chair defeat you!!! Stay strong! 🙂
lol, i am over here chuckling because i have my own version of “the chair” at my house. its the corner of the couch, where i sit. (we have a long sectional, and derek and i each take one end).
anyway, in my corner there’s everything from very important documents, to press kits for blog write-ups i need to do, cameras and usb cords, and everything in-between. as much as i try to keep the corner neat it just re-accumulates, because the reality is that we simply don’t have enough space in this apartment. and all the stuff in my “corner” is actually stuff that would be in a home office, if i had one. so i sometimes jokingly refer to my corner as my “office”… but sadly, it’s not a joke. its cluttered and unsightly and disorganized. but i dont know what to do with it, because, like i said, i dont have an office space and yet i need a place for these things.
ehh well, what can you do?
and yes, i agree, kids always seem to come to you with questions when you’re at your most frazzled. i feel bad for snapping too. all i can do is apologize and give hugs afterward!
oh i can so relate to the chair. my whole house is that chair.
That’s how the corner of my couch looks by Friday every week! And my desk! UGH!
I need “paper organization 911” help immediately! 🙂
that is the bane of my existence, how to keep with all the papers.
Good luck