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May. 21st, 2025 04:03 pm I am less impressed with Brittany the professional organizer this time around. She did mention feeling a little under the weather today, so maybe I can chalk it up to that. When she was here organizing the kitchen with me she had lots of good ideas and helped corral my ADHD self so I wasn't spinning off in fourteen different directions. But both yesterday and today it felt more like I had to use a cattle prod to get her to do anything. I asked for suggestions a few times, and she made vaguely helpless noises and commiserated about it all being overwhelming. I not only had to tell her what to do at every step, but I also did most of the work while she watched unless I explicitly told her to do things. I won't lie, that's not what I was hoping for, at the price I'm paying for her services.
She was a little better today once we started tackling the basement, at least. I am hoping that tomorrow goes better too. There's more to pack and organize in the basement, and since we still had a little work to do in the garage we didn't get as far as I would have liked in the basement. We still managed to pack up about six boxes, filled four garbage bags, broke down two shelving units, and filled a giant Rubbermaid bin with stuff to donate. There are two bins full of KK's stuff that I've brought to the living room so she can go through them, because I honestly think that most of it is stuff she can likely get rid of. Whether she does or not will be up to her, I guess, but there won't be enough room in the house for them. She's taken next week off work, but she told me she has a doctor's appointment on Tuesday, so that will be at least half the day gone for her. I'm not confident she can pack up all her stuff in three and a half days, but I am trying not to stress about that. Her stuff is her responsibility, and I don't think it's fair for me to have to pack up my stuff, all the common areas, *and* her stuff too.
I'm grateful at least that packing up the basement is proving less back-breaking than the garage. Given how limited my remaining packing time is, I think I'll try to start packing up my room tonight after I put the dogs to bed. I need to do several loads of laundry, and after I've done that I will be sorting out my clothing in order to pare down my wardrobe to the bare essentials. KK pointed out a detail that I missed, namely that my bedroom doesn't have a full closet but only a sort of cubby in the wall, so it will be even more important now to have as few clothes as possible. Otherwise my stuff simply won't fit in my bedroom, because there's nowhere else to put it, unless I hang it from the ceiling somehow. I'm going to have to investigate ways to expand that space: it might be just a question of cutting out a bit of drywall, or it might be more complicated than that. We shall see.
God, there is still so much to do. *lies on the floor* It will get done, but my God, I wish there were less to do, or maybe a bit more time in which to do it.
She was a little better today once we started tackling the basement, at least. I am hoping that tomorrow goes better too. There's more to pack and organize in the basement, and since we still had a little work to do in the garage we didn't get as far as I would have liked in the basement. We still managed to pack up about six boxes, filled four garbage bags, broke down two shelving units, and filled a giant Rubbermaid bin with stuff to donate. There are two bins full of KK's stuff that I've brought to the living room so she can go through them, because I honestly think that most of it is stuff she can likely get rid of. Whether she does or not will be up to her, I guess, but there won't be enough room in the house for them. She's taken next week off work, but she told me she has a doctor's appointment on Tuesday, so that will be at least half the day gone for her. I'm not confident she can pack up all her stuff in three and a half days, but I am trying not to stress about that. Her stuff is her responsibility, and I don't think it's fair for me to have to pack up my stuff, all the common areas, *and* her stuff too.
I'm grateful at least that packing up the basement is proving less back-breaking than the garage. Given how limited my remaining packing time is, I think I'll try to start packing up my room tonight after I put the dogs to bed. I need to do several loads of laundry, and after I've done that I will be sorting out my clothing in order to pare down my wardrobe to the bare essentials. KK pointed out a detail that I missed, namely that my bedroom doesn't have a full closet but only a sort of cubby in the wall, so it will be even more important now to have as few clothes as possible. Otherwise my stuff simply won't fit in my bedroom, because there's nowhere else to put it, unless I hang it from the ceiling somehow. I'm going to have to investigate ways to expand that space: it might be just a question of cutting out a bit of drywall, or it might be more complicated than that. We shall see.
God, there is still so much to do. *lies on the floor* It will get done, but my God, I wish there were less to do, or maybe a bit more time in which to do it.
