I’m Fragile, But At Least I’m Organized

This is an emotional time in our house: our oldest is leaving for college and our youngest is starting high school.

I have no control over the events that are unfolding and I’m not ready.

It would be fine if I was the only one in the house who felt this way, but that’s not the case, of course. There can never be one person in the house who is stressed – it’s like a virus.

For instance, last week my younger son had tryouts for the high school soccer team and he was a bundle of nerves, so I was walking on eggshells wondering what I was supposed to be doing to be supportive. Should I ask him any questions when he talks about tryouts? Should I ignore him? Should we distract him? He would come off the field and I would try to find just the right amount of humor and silliness to take the edge off…unless he wasn’t in the mood for humor and silliness, in which case there was silence.

That was fun.

And, I’m overtired because I’ve been staying up late waiting for my oldest to come home from saying his goodbyes to friends leaving for college and then I’m up at the crack of dawn to drive my youngest to his tryouts.

No sleep + no control = over emotional mommy and that’s not a good thing…for anyone.

Then, of course, my son is leaving in 3 days (or three days, 11 hours and 26 minutes according to the Welcome Week page on the college website that I just checked).

3 days!

Why couldn’t he have left last year when he was a total pain in the ass? Last year I would have gladly moved him out of our house and into a dorm many, many hours away with barely a glance back.

But now he’s become sweet again and pleasant to be around and nice to his brother!

What is wrong with him!

So, yes, I’m fragile right now and I get teary-eyed at the littlest things. Yesterday, for instance, I got a delivery notification for a table I bought that will be delivered on August 25. My first thought: my son won’t be here to see it. I shed a tear!

It’s ridiculous.

Do I sound a bit manic? Well, I am. Nothing, at this moment, is within my control and I need to control something.

So I organize.

I may not be able to control what is happening in my life but I can control what goes into my junk drawer and how well my fridge will be organized.

Thankfully the times when I’ve felt that I’ve had little or no control in my life have coincided with packing and organizing.

For instance, moving after I got married was a bit overwhelming but I distracted myself by looking for great baskets and drawer organizers at the Container Store; having a baby was also a bit stressful but I passed the time searching for the perfect bin, box, and shelving system for my kid; and, when my dad was dying, I distracted myself by helping my mom unpack and organize the house that they had just remodeled and moved into.

I am great at organizing under duress.

Now, as I get ready to move my kid out of my house and into his dorm room I have become maniacal about plastic storage bins. Wherever I go I have found an endless supply of plastic bins in every shape, size and color you can imagine.

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And believe me, I can imagine a use for every one of them.

That three-drawer number in blue? It’s the perfect size for school supplies right next to his desk and a great height for a bedside table!

The extra long bin with the hinged lid? Perfect for storing wiffle ball bats, golf clubs and tennis rackets under the bed.

That little red container is perfect for first aid supplies! (Get it? First aid? Red?)

Don’t worry, I didn’t buy any color-coded bins…yet, and I’ve held back from slapping labels on the side of each container which, I realized would be mortifying for my kid but, believe me, I really, really want to!

My husband thinks I’m nuts and my kid just shakes his head but I don’t care.

I can’t control what’s going to happen to my kid but he will be the most organized freshman on campus…at least until I drive away.

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10 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by Traci B-A on August 19, 2014 at 10:20 pm

    Connie, love your posts! They always make me laugh and sometimes make me weepy. And if they come when I’m at work, I don’t care if I’m in a meeting, I’ll read it right away 🙂

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  2. Posted by Dana Turk on August 19, 2014 at 10:24 pm

    Connie I am also obsessed with baskets and bins. And door mats too oddly. I too organize when I feel out of control. Hence the alphabetized spice drawer and ajaxing our front door to be perfectly white. Big changes for you guys with Ryan leaving

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  3. Posted by greenwave88 on August 19, 2014 at 10:50 pm

    Congrats on another great article, Con!

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  4. Oye… I feel your pain! Maybe that’s something I should do when I get stressed… organised! Yeah. No. But maybe.

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  5. Posted by Cindy on August 20, 2014 at 2:18 am

    Love your blogs. Always relevant and interesting. Can’t wait for the next one.

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  6. Posted by Mary Kakavas on August 21, 2014 at 4:16 am

    Great writing.

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  7. Posted by gracefullkari on August 21, 2014 at 12:29 pm

    I am manic about my oldest graduating in four years.
    FOUR YEARS.
    I watched Father of the Bride the other day and LOST MY S#%$.
    I don’t think I can do this.
    I might need you to come organize my medicine cabinet in four years to keep ME sane.
    Sending big hugs and lots of love.
    Want to get together for lunch next week?

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    • I will happily organize your medicine cabinet and your kitchen cabinets and your closets if you want. Actually, if I could do all that today it would be very helpful. Lunch next week sounds great. You pick a day and message me. My days will be wide open

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  8. […] Plastic storage bins – Perhaps not as many as I bought for my son but he did use them to keep things stored under his bed (again probably not in the way that I would have organized them – I mean who puts the snacks with the playing cards?? There should be a separate bin for games, right??). […]

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