Confessions of a messy

I am a messy. Neat-nicks drive me crazy. I admit it. I'm not necessarily proud of it. But it has worked for me for a very, very long time. I think I am a visual person, and I like to see all of my "stuff." What ever the reason, it's who I am.

Today I found the dog chewing on what turned out to be the fingers of a babydoll. Haven't recovered the body yet. But somewhere in my house,  the dog has hidden the evidence. I'm sure we'll stumble over it like some bad scene out of CSI or Criminal Minds...

Baby clutter has me ready to pull out my hair. I admit that, too. Cuz even though I am a messy, I think maybe I had begun a transformation. I'll never be neat. But not minding the big piles is a thing of the past. Perhaps in this area I am finally growing up. I actually covet an empty counter or table top. Sigh...