A few years ago, my sister sent me a magnet that said, "Housework is evil. It must be stopped." Now, I don't know about it being so evil that it must be stopped, but a little procrastination here and there can't be too hard a punishment for it. Contrary to what my mom might remember about my teenage years (and college years), I love organizing things. My problem is that I have to find *just* the right system for whatever I'm organizing. And that hardly happens when I need it to. Flylady is helping ("you can't organize clutter"), but I'm not as devoted to that as I need to be. I'll let things slide one week ("it's not that bad today, I don't feel like doing it"), then the next week they'll be too big to do in the limited amount of time the kids let me have. I also have a little Gemini cleaning personality- a room that is constantly clean and organized makes me feel really calm and happy. On the other hand, the rush of accomplishment I get when I wipe away noticeable dust or pick up a very cluttered room gives me a sense of pride ("did you see what I did?"). The downside to that is the anxious feeling I get and I can't think straight in a messy room.
Well, the laundry is piling up and the dishes stacked on the counter are balanced precariously, so I'd better stop procrastinating and get cleaning.