Almost one week in and my Lenten promise is going strong.
I have forfeited being what my husband likes to call a “stop and dropper”.
And for some reason when he calls me this all I can hear is DMX singing, “Stop. Drop. Hold em’ down open shop. Oh… No… that’s how Ruff Riders rooooooll.”
Anyway, a “stop and drop” is when I walk in the apartment, stop, take off one article of clothing or put down something I may be carrying and simply leave it there.
Never putting it away, never picking it back up again until I go through and do a full pick up of our apartment, which is about once or twice a week.
I’m not completely disgusting.
You may find a sweatshirt draped over the couch, running shoes near the foot of my bed and a yoga mat propped up against the entry way wall. Slippers in front of, and sometime underneath, the couch, 17 hair ties on my bed side table and a month’s worth of fitness magazines and catalogs stacked up on the coffee table.
I also do this with newly-purchased items. For example, I’ll go to CVS and instead of putting the items I purchased in their proper place when I get home, I leave the bag on the counter and pull the products out as-needed.
Although, the newly-purchased portion of my habit does not apply to clothes. Those are out of the bags, admired, put on hangers, admired some more and hung color-coded in my closet. (Yep, my closet is color-coded but I can’t put away my damn slippers.)
Now that I actually type this out and describe this habit, I realize how absolutely ridiculous it is.
I have no idea why I do this or where it came from but stopping it is a HUGE challenge for me. Nobody in my family is this way.
My parents tried really hard to cure me of this. It didn’t work.
Their method went like this:
– Telling me to clean my room 23 times.
– Me refusing.
– Coming home after school to an immaculate room.
– A giant black trash bag in the center of my room.
– I get 24 hours to empty the contents of said trash bag.
– Whatever is left at the end of that 24-hour period is gone. Forever.
I lost many a favorite stuffed animal to this cleanup method my parents so authoritatively bestowed on me as a child.
OK… as a teenager.
Damn it …. OK, OK, it happened as an adult too but in my defense it only happened like once after age 19.
Anyway, this is a good challenge for me and hopefully I will be cured once and for all of my stop and drop habit.
Boom! Look who’s organized now