Who knew?

As anyone who has ever had the privilege/misfortune of living with me might attest, I have a really hard time keeping my living space picked up. Always have. From the days of sharing a room with my sister, to my room mates in college (most of whom seemed to share this quirk... strange how we find each other...) to now... I just have the worst time keeping things where they belong. My mom always told me, it takes just as much time to throw it on the floor as it does to hang it up/put it away. I never believed her. I always thought I was saving myself so much time by throwing my towel on the floor after my shower, leaving my hair dryer and products all over the vanity, my coat over the chair, my clothes on the floor at the end of the day... etc. etc. etc. I guess I thought it was a worth it to have those few seconds now instead of the hour(s) that it took to put it all away when I finally felt like Sara Cynthia Sylvia Stout. Anyway, I was feeling just this way a couple of weeks ago and decided it needed to end. I cleaned up my whole house, and decided it was going to stay that way... Guess what? She was right. It really does take just as much time to throw it on the ground as it does to hang it up/put it away. I have spent the past 2 weeks being completely amazed at how much time I have to do other things now that I just put things where they belong. I have to admit that I feel a little, o.k. a lot, sheepish that it took me 30 years to figure this out. I am just glad I figured it out now. Maybe I can help Riser figure it out sooner. So far I have taught him how to put away his socks and t shirts after I wash them and he helps me pick up his toys and books every night before bedtime. Anyway, I guess the moral of this story is: Listen to your mommy. It's almost like she knows what she's talking about!