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The first step...

Well, I've done it. I've admitted I need help. I can't do this alone, and it's not fair to burden Tor or Cheryl with it. I can't make Herself live in such chaos anymore.

I've contacted a professional organizer. With G-d as my witness, I will never trip over my carpet cleaner again.

What did you think I was going to say? You'd think I had a history of dramatic announcements involving my mental health or something...

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  1. Anonymous19 April, 2013 13:01

    It's as important as therapy. We got a housecleaner to come in every 2 weeks and we quietly refer to her as couple's therapy. I yell less at Captain Legoland. I have also considered getting an organizer but am not quite ready yet. My mom came through this weekend and was a huge help and I have a friend who comes to visit every couple of months with the understanding that she will say things like "wow, what on earth are you going to do with that stuff?" and I will recycle/freecycle if I really can't get a good answer going.

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    1. Lyn Belzer19 April, 2013 13:22

      That's what I'm finding. I threw it in as a punchline, but I really did trip over a carpet cleaner trying to sit down to my desk last night.

      I keep trying to do things myself, but I'm either too busy or too tired. I need to carve out dedicated time for getting my home environment squared away, and turn it from a source of stress to a source of peace.

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  2. packy19 April, 2013 18:31

    I worry that if I have a professional organizer come in, I'll be organized out of some of my prized possessions. It's one thing to give up 500lbs of beloved antique computer equipment for your wife; it's an entirely different thing to have it quietly disappear at the hands of a stranger in the name of order.

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