A clean house is a boring house

I think I may have an obsessive compulsive disorder. I know, shocking. Why, you ask, do I think this about myself? Well, there are many reasons. Today I decided to clean and organize a bit. Okay, I lied. I had no plans to organize anything. In fact, my only plan was to hold the couch down with my rapidly enlarging heiny. (I blame the makers of cinnamon Chex) But, due to a minor sewing injury, (it's really hard, almost impossible, to sew something if you are currently wearing it) I was looking for some anti-bacterial ointment. To my horror I discovered that my first-aid kit was a mess! Alright, I lied again. I don't have a first aid kit. I mean, I'm almost positive there are some in our 72-hour emergency kits, but those are for EMERGENCIES. Real emergencies, not dumb ones like accidentally sewing yourself to your pants. (which, in case you're wondering or contemplating your own sewing adventure, does NOT feel good. At all.) Anyway, about that time I decided I really wanted a first aid kit. In order to have a first aid kit I needed to go through the house and locate all of my first aid supplies. I started with the medicine cupboard (a.k.a. the Purnell family pharmacy) and found a pile of instruction manuals. Since I don't normally keep instruction manuals in my cupboard they had to be moved. I went to the closet under the stairs to find the manuals a home . . . .and found some books that I felt should belong in the bookshelves upstairs. Upstairs the books and I went only to find a hammer and some nails occupying the bookshelves. Down the stairs I went and ended up in front of the junk drawer. Well, the hammer didn't quite fit into the drawer and someone had put non-junk drawer stuff in the junk drawer so it became vital the drawer be organized. Stuff from the junk drawer went to my bedroom, stuff in my bedroom to the family room, family room clutter to the garage, the garage to the bathroom, the bathroom to the kitchen, and so on and so on and you get the idea. After all that work I ended up with an impressive pile of 'stuff' in my hallway. (including the hammer) Having just spent the better part of the day 'organizing' I shoved it all under the stairs and called it a day. As for the first aid kit . . . nobody would use it anyway.