Living life in perfect order
Glasses neatly in a row
Deliberately placed in order of size
Colourful cups and bowls, the plastic Ikea kind (I’m certain it’s important to clarify this) stacked into the most logical of towers, biggest to smallest, a teetering rainbow of absolutely intentional order.
Perfectly organised cutlery drawers…..
dividers firmly keeping the wooden stirring utensils from liaising with the garlic press
or getting entangled with the chopsticks.
Forks on the left. Knives on the right. Spoons in between.
Oh the joy of emptying the dishwasher with military precision!
Small glasses – front and centre, left side of the right hand cupboard
(Upside down to avoid dust collection)
Large pot – under the medium, below the small, beneath the very smallest. But next to the colander (It has holes, it’s different and requires its own system of organisation…)
Painstakingly folding the washing, matching up the socks as though they are married and the law expects it or indeed their very happiness depends upon it!
Towels. Foot mats. Hand towels. Face washers. Know your place in the cupboard please and stay there. Thank you
Have you ever wiped up spills from around the gas flame?
….even as the soup is still simmering above it?
As if the need for tidiness is so urgent that it couldn’t possibly wait for the meal to be done first.
Photo frames symmetrically and deliberately arranged. Always.
…..there’s the plastics drawer
Nearly a metre deep, wide and long and filled to the brim with absolutely joyous clutter.
Tupperware containers, mismatched lids, drink bottles, banana scented lunch boxes, jugs, square containers with long lost lids waiting for left overs so that they may fulfil their life-purpose, red inside green, big stuck in small, all the unmatched lids ….and the smallest of containers scattered at the bottom of the pile because (all sense of order long since neglected) they simply fell through the cracks…..
To be able to retrieve an item from the dishwasher and, based purely upon the fact that it is constructed out of plastic (and not metal or ceramic) ignore the overwhelming urge to maintain order and simply throw it – quite literally, haphazardly and effortlessly (still wet and upside down) into that drawer!
It’s almost as if permission has been granted by some magical power, that this drawer will remain the one and only exception to the “rule”
The rules that never go silent….never ease up
I daren’t allow my life to become unruly
I daren’t ponder the possibility that my house could actually become disorderly
I daren’t consider, not even for the briefest of scattered moments, ever becoming a mess myself
But, the plastics drawer?
That’s perfectly fine for it to be the one and only total lost cause to tidiness and order.
Indeed…..it is necessary!