Oh great

So I cleaned off the kitchen counter this weekend. I mean REALLY cleaned it off. Cleanest it's been in a long time. It was partially because of the continuing ant drama, and partially because we were having people from Hub's work over and he didn't want the "clutter" out. So off the counter went my notepads and stickie notes, my calendar, my corresponding colored pens for my calendar and various things (or "clutter). And by cleaning I mean I stuck some things in the laundry room, some things got "filed" in various drawers and my huge desk calendar is laying on top of my shoes in my closet.

Now the ants are finally, probably gone, and Hub's friends are gone, and I can't find a thing. My calendar hasn't made it back out onto the counter so I'm floundering and hoping I'm not missing something crucial. My RSVP list for Emma's party is buried in some drawer somewhere, and people are RSVPing. My orange pen doesn't work anymore, I'm scrawling things on random scraps of paper with Emma's pencils. It's stressing me out.

This is why I don't clean off counters regularly. I'm chaotically organized, and without the counter chaos I'm hopelessly disorganized.