Sorting: It's a Sickness

As I may have mentioned before, my family is currently in the process of moving. We are not moving across the country this time, which is a blessing. But a move is a move is a move when it comes to sorting and packing and all the other headache-inducing tasks required.

If you have Advil, please send it.

Because we have about four weeks until our actual move date, I'm currently in the throes of sorting. I'm cleaning out every drawer, every closet, every box with the hopes that we won't pay to move something we don't use or need. (Which quickly leads to the next stage -- eBaying and Craig's Listing and Salvation Army-ing.)

I'm in my element here, because I love sorting and organizing. I think I got some sort of Martha Stewart gene when it comes to this sort of stuff.

Plus, the process isn't as painful as you'd imagine, since I've been sorting on some level ever since we moved here four years ago. This is the longest we've ever been in one house, which gave me a chance to really unpack every box for the first time in years to ascertain what was inside.

So. Let's say I'm currently in the final stage of sorting -- the master sort, if you will.

Today, I started cleaning out my office. (Correction: This morning I started cleaning out my office. Before I had fed my children breakfast. Before I had taken a shower. It's really a sickness. I wanted to make that part clear here; confess my sins and all that.) On top of a small cabinet which stores family photos and scrapbooking paraphernalia, I found two metal boxes from Ikea. With labels. One reportedly contains "stationary," the other stores "paper."

The stationary box held true stationary. I tossed a few packs of note cards that may have been printed when Ronald Regan was in office, but otherwise, it was a quick sort.

The paper box? Well, it held all sorts of beautiful note pads I had forgotten I about. (I'm a Writer, therefore, I get a lot of Writing Implements for various holidays and birthdays.) It also contained remnants of sticky pads, most from my college days.

I quickly recognized why I had saved them lo this many years. Because they are so funny.

Take, for example, this one.

Or consider the wisdom in having a dog follow you around, because inspiration could strike at any moment. (Funny how having kids follow you around doesn't always lead to inspiration. At least, not in the Phil. 4:8 sense.)

Or how about this one? My favorite.

You never know what you're going to find when you delve into a box in my house. And now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to hunt more treasure.

Plus, I need to check my eBay listings.


  1. Wow ~ you're getting a lot done! Way to go! You must be moving away from the yucky/sick feeling and more towards the normal end of things? If so, I'm glad! Keep up the good work! =)

  2. Are you contagious? Because I totally missed the Martha-gene and I need some sorting in a bad way!

  3. LOL!!! I am loving that last sticky note! Totally me!

    I'm doing the SAME moving thing these very days too girl! And I'll share my confession - though try not to glory in our 'sin' together - I love to organize and sort too! lol

  4. We've been packing/sorting for our move, which is two weeks from today.

    In our previous moves, we didn't do any sorting/purging, so there's all kinds of meaningless stuff we've dragged from one place to another.

    We're determined that our pack-rat tendencies are going to be snuffed out once this move is over.

  5. "But a move is a move is a move when it comes to sorting and packing and all the other headache-inducing tasks required."

    So true. It was a headache for us last year when we moved to a bigger house up the street.

    Thanks for visiting Just Mom and introducing yourself. It gave me a chance to visit your beautiful blog. Stop by again when you have time. Oh! Best wishes on your move.

  6. Those are worth saving, definitely.

    Reminds me of back before my marriage when I called my sister at her office while she was gone on a lunch break. I left a message with the receptionist saying, "Tell her this is the Crazy Horse [a local strip club] and we've received her application and will be reviewing it shortly and will contact her in a few days."

    I thought I was so funny. :)

  7. I'm a sorter too! I have passed the gene down to my daughter as well. It is not uncommon to find her up at night reorganizing her bedroom. She is 8!

    Have a great weekend!