Friday, September 11, 2009

Piled: My Dirty Little Secret

I can't help it. I'm a pile-er.

What does this mean, exactly??

It means that I stack. I sort. I pile.

At any given time, you might look around this place and find five different piles. Ten, on a bad day. Diapers (clean, of course) are stacked just so. Blankets, folded one on top of the other.

But where this talent of mine isn't so useful is with paper. You know the kind. Mail, bills, magazines, receipts, recipes you printed but never made, a note from the last doctor's visit... are you with me?

What do you DO with all of these things, but stack them up (neatly, for sure... I wouldn't dream of a messy pile!) until you've produced a stack worth doing something with.

I typically cannot be bothered to sort on the fly, therefore, piles.

My habit isn't something Ryan is a fan of, I don't imagine. Once in a while, push comes to shove (literally) and the pile winds up toppling over. It's not pretty when that happens. I watch in horror as it goes... the last receipt fluttering so gracefully to the ground.

While he was in Reno, I sorted The Pile and put away every last scrap of paper. I'll admit, the majority was trash. You should see how I sort the pile, by the way. It involves a series of smaller piles. The file-pile, the trash pile and the recycle pile... and then there's the recipe-book pile, the picture pile... oh, I could go on for ever. And risk boring you to tears.

But the kicker? I've already got a new pile started. It's a never ending battle, me and my piles.

I don't understand. Why can't I just throw.it.away. on the spot? I need some sort of super-fabulous organizational system, I think. Or just a little space, maybe.

What about you? Are you a pile-er? Or a toss-er?

8 comments:

Eve said...

Yes. I pile. I have "things that need to be put away upstairs" piles, "things that need to be put safely away" piles, "throw it away" piles, "check with the fam if I can throw it away" piles, "pass it on" piles. Yes, for sure I love piles. But I am a thrower-outer too - my mother in law just informed me that I throw things out "way too quickly".

Babyacorn said...

I understand...I pile, and the hubby is always telling me that it's time to go through it, and I do, but I rarely leave an empty countertop..usually it's just a smaller pile! I understand...

Shara said...

I pile as well, but I am nowhere near as bad as my brother. His old roomie used to call him the Man Of Many Piles. I have become better about my piles since I moved out of mom's house, though.

Jess and Eli said...

I am a cpiler! Everytime I get it taken care of I feel so much relief...a sense of satisfaction, but then, the pile begins to grow again! Why can't my checking account grow like that?!!! Good luck with your piles...

mudmama said...

Yup, I am a piler too! "Flylady" has helped me a little with this. In theory I know I should declutter 15 minutes a day, I say that as I sit here preferring to write you than go sift through my pile(s)!
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Beka's Blog said...

I too am a great piler and like you when I go through my pile I make piles...in fact the same ones you listed...garbage, file, recycle! :) I feel relieved to know it isn't just me! Thanks ladies!

Sarah said...

I think the problem is a combination of a lack of space and a lack of organization. The thing I've learned, in addition to having good filing drawers/cabinets/bins, is to have at least one "messy space." Give yourself a break and have one place that you throw everything you don't want to deal with right now and won't immediately need. Everything else has a very specific place. When in doubt, create as many organizers/files as you need. My past roommates (and co-workers) will tell you I'm pretty special when it comes to organizing.

Allison said...

I'm such a piler. There's one on my desk, on on the kitchen counter, one on the dinning room table. One or two on mu husbands desk (he's worse that I am!). But I have to confess that they are always very neat.

 
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