have had a basket that needed purged. We call it the up-down basket. It sits near the stairs with a purpose. It is to save steps and time when putting things away. Instead of running item after item up the stairs, the items are placed in the basket and at the end of the day, or cleaning period, the items are taken upstairs and put away. Well, the basket doesn’t seem to get emptied on a timely basis, probably because I’m the one who usually empties it.
The basket had been full of a couple binders among other things. Those binders, those nasty binders, kept me from emptying the basket because I had to take care of what was in the binders. So that was my purging job for the day. The binders were cleaned out, updated, and then I was able to properly store them. (I actually got to pass one on to someone else!)
These little things like cleaning out or updating info are prone to procrastination in my home. Yet, these little things are the very things that really drag me down. Procrastination is just sinful. Yes, prioritizing is very important. Sometimes things happen in our lives that take priority over these little maintenance issues, but if I procrastinate on a day to day basis, the payback is quite dreadful. (Insert whiny voice) I get so overwhelmed with all I have to do. I just hate it. I feel like I’ll never get caught up. (How funny. I’m slouching just typing this.)
To hinder my procrastination, I pile. My thought process is if it is sitting out in a pile on the desk, I will have to take care of it. If I put it out of sight, then I’ll just ignore it longer. My husband stuffs. If he has papers, they get shoved out of sight somewhere. He knows where they are. Why is it that pilers often marry stuffers? Anyway, my piles are not really appreciated by my stuffer. He would rather the desk be all neat and tidy. I would rather be reminded I have work to get done. What a dilemna. Thankfully I am married to a gracious man, and only when he has a heavy load do my piles really get on his nerves. At that time, I quietly stuff my piles into one out-of-the-way pile which I will get back out and deal with after he is gone.
So lesson is, if I do not want to annoy my husband, and if I do not want to feel overwhelmed, I should not procrastinate (which means seldom have any piles at all, and my basket will be empty). I will have a load lifted off my shoulders because there will be nothing to dread, and my husband will think I’m just that much cooler than he already does. That’s good incentive. I like to make him happy. He’s cute.