Paper Piles

I am not a good paper keeper.

Well, let me amend that a bit. See, I'm great at keeping papers. It's just that I keep them all. In big piles. All over the house.

It's not a great system. It leads to days like today. I have a nagging sort of feeling for a few days over a paper I just can't locate. And it doesn't end. And the paper doesn't turn up.

Then it begins. The rummaging. All sorts of piles get jostled as I try to look through them without really sorting them, purging them, actually moving them.

It doesn't often work. Usually I have to give in, just like I did this morning.

I could only find one picture form for basketball. Only one. I have two players. On two separate teams. It means I need two forms. Not one. Two.

It was a minimal sort out this morning. I only went through the small pile on the computer once, the piles in the kitchen cubby, twice before realizing they had a life of their own.

The kitchen space did actually have to be moved. Purged. To make it seem less traumatic, I spread the throw aways around to different trash cans in the house. It's too much to purge one pile and find it fills an entire trash can all by itself.

The form? It wasn't in the kitchen pile either.

I did find it though. It was tucked neatly into the mail slots.

Now, if I could just find the paper that said when The Littlest Mr. was the snack supplier...