Joey leaves for his week in Virginia and NYC tomorrow, so tonight we were packing. Well, he was packing. I got distracted by my closet.

I haven’t put my shoes away in two months. Now, granted, for one of those months I didn’t wear anything but flip flops or something I could easily slide into, but over the last month I have gotten more shoe adventurous. I can successfully wear a pair of heels now, and three times I have worn jeans. (Take that Scar, MiniScar and Minions.)

But back to the shoes.

They were all over the floor, in a mountain by my ironing board. It’s been bugging me for weeks, but I haven’t had the energy to do anything about it. Tonight, though, I unwittingly drank a TON of Barq’s Root Beer which, SURPRISE, has caffeine in it. And I drank it at 7:00, so I’m planning on being up all night; I have energy to spare right now.

So, quick as a wink, I decided I’d put my shoes away. I did so, and in record time. It looked so nice, I thought I’d re-organize my closet. Ideally, my closet is organized by clothing type (skirts, dresses, pants, capris, etc) and within each type, they are organized by color, lightest to darkest. My shirts were pretty good, but the pants, skirts, jackets and dresses were a disaster.

(If you think I’ll post before and after pictures, you have another think coming. No matter how tidy my closet an drawers get, I still always feel like they are cluttered and messy. So…NO PICTURES. Duh.)

Once I finished that, I moved on to my drawers. I had been putting my clothes away by just putting them in the drawer, not by putting them in the sections of the drawers they belonged in. I know, I know. Not like me.

While organizing, I weeded out a bunch of old shirts and stuff, and they’ll find their way to Luke’s Closet shortly. (Aside: you know what’s weird? Running into someone who is wearing something that you donated to Luke’s Closet. When this happened to me I said “Oh! I had ______ just like that!” And then they said, “I got this at Luke’s Closet.” Awkward moment.)

But now my closet is tidy, shoes are put away, drawers are organized and laundry is thumping around in the washing machine. I baked cookies for Joey to take on his trip, we went on a walk, and Joey’s sitting on the couch reading Harry Potter; I think I’ll join him.

I almost feel normal again.