Will I ever be able to organise this chaos that is threatening to takeover my life? A feeling of anxiety (was it simply that or terror) made its way up my tummy, threatening to choke me . I burst into tears; this would be the first of a number of breakdown episodes that would follow in the next 48 hours.

After five years of wishing and praying, our bundle of joy has arrived. I spent three months at my mother’s recuperating. I was on a holiday from day to day homemaking responsibilities. That gave me ample time to think. And believe me a baby teaches you a lot of things. But, let me leave all that for later.

I had just returned home after three months. In those months my home had turned into a bachelor pad. Chaos is the name that comes to mind as look around. I was surrounded by bags, not only those that I brought with me during the shift from mom’s, but also the gifts that I had sent weeks before after the naming ceremony of our DS.

 I had no shelf space to unpack our (baby’s and mine) bags. The shelf I had emptied for Babu was cluttered by now. Thankfully my mom was with me to help me settle. As I mentioned I broke down into tears a number of times in the first two days. Then decided to tighten my belt and get to work. My baby did not need a sloppy home as well as a cry baby for a mother.

For the longest time I have been toying with the idea of de-cluttering, organising, minimalistic living ...... basically de-cluttering and organising every aspect of my life. I started taking baby steps with Flylady off and on. But I could not get over my hoarding nature. Projects were initiated but they never saw the day of light. Everything interested me from collecting imported chocolate wrappers (which I did as a child with little access to these goodies) to coins and stamps. Never got around to doing any of these seriously enough so I find a few coins here, a few currency notes there .... Well you get the picture.

Five years in our new apartment and I kept making excuses to myself for the delay. But now I had to pull up my socks and just do it. So as I go ahead I will also write about organising. Well, I will also have to control myself and remember the mess won’t get cleared overnight. It will take time to set routines, de-clutter, make place for each item. I should not get carried away and then crib out of that frustration. Oh yes! I am a big cribber. It’s a good thing that my husband is a patient soul ;).

Ok, so one more thing to change my cribbing nature. Well looks like it is going to be all round revamp personally, mentally, physically, emotionally, etc etc. Let me get to work.