My mom loves to clean. Really and truly. She finds catharsis in wiping down baseboards and vacuuming straight lines into faded carpet. My friend Ana cleans without even realizing it. She could no more fall asleep with dirty dishes in her sink than she could leave a suitcase packed after returning from a trip. I am not like these people. I love things to be clean, but I do not like to clean them. I very much want my house to be organized, but I don't want to organize it. As I type, I am sitting next to my "Craft Case" - a bookcase I filled with all of the supplies for my brand new etsy shop (which is getting about as much attention as this blog is). Several months ago I carefully filled it with canvas and craft paper, modge podge and hope. Now I'm trying to find the energy and time to overhaul the whole thing and move it somewhere the kids can't find it. So why don't things stay organized? Why do I have to "fix" anything more than once? Because that's hard. And I want to be lazy. And that's really all this is...this whole blog is going to be dedicated to describing all the work I am going to do to get things running so well that I can finally be lazy. Give me advice. Wish me luck.