|Gel nail disaster (featuring my son's thumb)|
I had a steady babysitting job at the age of 11. That's right: ELEVEN. I sat for two adorable little ones, and I charged $1 per hour. We played 'guess what flavor the m&m is' and watched cartoons and ransacked the basement. And when they went to bed, I would tackle The Pile. Next to the phone in the kitchen was a disorganized heap of papers and miscellaneous stuff. Every Saturday night for months I would sort and stack them into neat piles. At least I did until I got feedback from the three year old: "Mommy doesn't want you to straighten her papers any more."
I have my own pile now. Actually, I have a lot of piles. And lists. And on the weekend, I tackle them. Sometimes I tackle a list. Sometimes I tackle a pile. More often than not, the pile is part of the list, and the list is part of the pile.
I've found that the amount of piles and lists I have directly correlates to the state of my grooming. I don't mind being busy, or feeling busy, but I sure do hate looking busy. Because while a pile can wait, eyebrows, or, say, grey roots, are less understanding. Once upon a time, Scarlett O'Hara's hands gave her away. I guess mine do too. After a seven week period which encompassed full-time work, a two week visit from my sister-in-law, a Gala for CASA's 25th Anniversary, two extended power outages, a spouse away for weeks on business, Halloween,Thanksgiving and then Christmas decorating - the house was awash in piles. And I walked around with this trashy half on-half off gel manicure for at least two weeks (the first three weeks they looked great!).
This weekend I reclaimed both my house and my hands and am left only with my list. But I crossed off The Piles, The Nails, and now I can cross off The Blog Post.
What piles up for you during busy periods? And more importantly, how do you hide it?