Sorting

Okay, I admit I have a problem….
Before The Man moved in, my two bedroom flat was my own little sanctuary. I had little precious items in it but I felt like it was my place and therefore always ensured that all was as organised and tidy as was humanly possible. I knew that adding another two beings and their stuff to my home was going to make things tighter, but I was confident that with my tidying away skills, it would not be a problem. Infant son’s arrival incurred more stuff, but I was coping.
That is until today.
After fighting the ironing board back into the kitchen cupboard full of junk, wading through the hall cupboard for a lost shoe then looking onto the front room table too see a huge pile of The Man’s opened mail with coffee cup balancing precociously on top, I decide enough is enough.
I go into sorting mode and proceed to put everything away in what I feel are appropriate home’s for items. By lunchtime I have regained control of the situation and reward self with doughnut and tea, sandwich and biscuits for kids. Feeding time over, I return to ‘sort’ out more and decide to rearrange kitchen cupboard’s to make life more organised.
By the time Man arrives back home I have managed to moved all of front room around too for good measure. On his entrance to the room he stubs big toe on the sofa and has look of dismay on tired face. I expect some excitement at my attempt to revamp but Man just groans and enters kitchen in search of dinner. (he has become used to these outbursts of organising)
Then does it dawn on me that I have not prepared anything. For anyone. Poor starving children! I realise that they were only so quiet watching TV because they had fallen asleep waiting for food!
I quickly head for the kitchen cupboards hoping to rustle up something , leaving man to fed for self. Reaching for the cupboards everything is so organised I can’t find a thing!
Once all fed I look back at the chaos that is my kitchen… If it’s not broke don’t try to fix it springs to mind, so much for the sanctuary.