Who knew?
For being a serious Type A, OCD, individual my life has been turned upside down over the past few months. I guess thats what some serious work and traveling does to a person.
I came to this realization Wednesday morning. Up until that point I had a serious case of denial.
Wednesday morning I woke up late - had a conference call at 8:30 am... 7:45 am wake up call just ain't gonna cut it. Quick body wash shower... forget the hair - I had an appointment with Deb that night anyway. Get to the closet, and I find that J had "cleaned" aka his OCD kicks in and he hates my clothes laying on the chaise in our room and being in the laundry room (since I REFUSE to put them away) This cleaning means that there are serious piles of clothes in my itty bitty closet - not itty bitty by any means, but with the amount of clothes I have and Jarrett's suits that must be 1-inch apart (?! dont ask me) - - it seems itty bitty.
Long story short - my piles of clothes quickly turned into crazy, thrown, mounds while I tried to get ready. I realized that J needs to just leave my things alone, and that I need to get my sh!t in order. So Project: Organize My Life came to life.... then I sat on it for a few more days.
Tonight after work I finally faced the music... here are my before and afters... its no joke. OUT.OF.CONTROL.
Angle One:

Angle Two:

After -
