The Closet

I like to surround myself with little sayings and verses printed out to lift my spirit. I have some sort of little quote in just about every room of my house.

Except for my closet.

If I were to only post the picture above, the quote would read, "a place for everything, and everything in its place." I like to keep my shirts organized by color. (I learned that from my uber-organized hubby)

Then, if I were to show you this picture I should probably have this quote: "Pride goes before the fall." Because, even though a tie rack makes a great place to hang jewelry, I wouldn't be telling you the whole story.

I think the quote that needs to hang on the door of my closet should read: "A normally organized woman who keeps her entire house maintained lives here. But, she is a complex person that needs a place to call her own. The 24 square feet beyond this door are hers and hers alone. Enter at your own risk."

After all, honesty is the best policy...

This, unfortunately, is how the floor of my closet typically looks.

I know.

It's a contradiction from the upper half. Sigh.

I'm complex.

I also know that my mother is shaking her head and thinking that she taught me better. She did. Truly.

Recently, I have been convicted of said 24 square feet of madness. Not because of the typical "you should take better care of your things" reason. Rather, because I now need a sign to hang on my daughters' closets that reads:

The sins of the mother shall be passed on to her daughters.

Yesterday, we were frantically looking for shin guards, a missing Awana shirt, and a library book. Daughter A was in tears because she was leaving for soccer practice within 10 minutes. Daughter B found them in A's closet. I informed both girls that we were ALL cleaning out our closets tomorrow morning.

Daughter B decided to stay home with me while hubby did soccer duty. As soon as they left, Daughter B disappeared upstairs. I assumed she was enjoying a quiet moment to herself. 30 minutes later she came down the stairs and said with a playful grin, "I cleaned her closet for her."

Oh, precious, middle child, peacemaker of the family! What a task. What a gift of love and sacrifice!

What a gift to your mother, too. Even though she was feeling guilty for her own messy closet, you showed her that more important life lessons are still being learned.

So today I am sporting a new sign:

There are more important things in life than a clean closet