
As a mum, I often feel like I'm constantly chasing my tail. My house is the epitome of not-so-organised chaos, as we try to manage the needs of adults, teenagers and tweens.
Trouble is, I'm not one of those people that enjoys chaos. Or disorder. Or mess.
I like being organised. In fact, when the kids were little, I was. I had a reading corner, and quiet play time, and a washing routine. But then, life became busier.
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These days, more often than not, I feel like I'm scrambling. Scrambling to find an outfit in an overcrowded wardrobe. Scrambling to find the kids' uniforms within mountains of clean washing, and scrambling to tidy up of a morning so I don't have to WFH surrounded by… stuff.
Every so often I try to implement a new system or process in a desperate attempt to make our lives more organised. Most of the time though, the system takes over, becoming more work than the load it promises to reduce.