I am a Virgo. I mention this because being a Virgo implies certain things--and you’re wrong if you think one would be me being a virgin. (Sorry Dad) My inner Virgo is organized, practical, precise, and perfect. (Or is that called being a perfectionist? I keep getting those mixed up.) The Stars have deemed my traits thus, and who am I to argue with The Heavens? However, I do find it strange that one’s astrological traits don’t change when one’s life does. Because, even though as a Virgo I may be organized, as a Mom to a toddler I am not so much. Clearly, The Stars have not ever had a baby--or a closet.
When my husband and I moved into our house, and I moved into my new closet, I was 8 months pregnant and could barely stand for more than 8 minutes. "Once the baby is here I will have more time to fix this, " I whispered to my clothes, all my Virgo practicality pouring forth. Truly, it must have been more my fabulous Virgon sense of humor chiming in, because besides the fact that these days I don't have enough time to even blog (10 bucks says I don't finish this one), organizing my closet moved down on my To Do List next to clean the bathroom floor with a toothbrush, get some fillings for fun, and wash my hair.
Sure, organizing a closet may not be the greatest of achievements, but these days my closet looks like Hoarders meets Sharknado. There are piles of shoes, shirts, and sharks all sitting haphazardly on shelves and lying lazily on the floor. I am scared to look at it. I’m scared to go in there. I hear the theme to Jaws play every time I go looking for an old oversized maternity top to wear out to dinner.
There was a time when I could have taken an afternoon and just purged the whole thing. You see, once I start a project I want to finish it--before I start. Must be my Virgo perfectness coming out. (Or is it my Virgo perfectionist showing up? I keep getting those mixed up.) I hear my project-finishing-Virgoself say, “Why bother starting if you can’t finish it?” So, I don’t bother starting even though I am bothered when I have to sift through shoes in my own closet like I am at closeout sale at the Nordstorm rack.
Lately though, I am noticing a pattern—when I start a new task, like putting away dishes, folding laundry, or peeing, it isn’t always finished in a timely manner. This is why land sharks have taken up residence in my closet. So, as I see it I have two choices: Wait until I get an uninterrupted afternoon sometime in 2050, or just do my best.
That’s when me and the toddler toddled around the closet for an hour or so every morning for a week. My little man had fun reorganizing bras and my shoes (although his organizational skills are more along the lines of extestentialist painting--all form, no order, making me question my existence), but we eventually got it done.
While my kid was taking his baby steps in my walk-in closet, I was taking baby steps in figuring out how to balance my old Virgin with my new Mom self. And now that I think about it, I may have have actually had a moment to finish two things all in one week! Organizing my closet, and finishing this bl