Organizing The Freezer

I began having this problem a few weeks ago. Preoccupied, I’d open the freezer quickly only to have my reflexes tested as a frozen item darted my way, threatening to impale me. Every time I’d clench my teeth, ever so gently replace the item and mutter, “I’ve got to clean out this freezer.” I don’t know how many times that happened, more than 10, before I finally decided I didn’t want to lose a tooth to a pound of frozen beef (I’m short, they fly right at my face). It was time to organize/clean out the freezer.

To my surprise, it didn’t take very long at all. The first thing I did was bring the trash can, lid off, over near the fridge. I knew I’d need it. Then, I quickly pulled everything out of the freezer and set everything in piles on my kitchen floor (if this is going to take you more than a couple minutes you’ll want to use coolers), including a pile of stuff that needed to go. Then, I placed it all back in the freezer in a more organized manner. I threw out the popsicles from last summer and repackaged the 7 lonely fish sticks in the bargain-sized box, nothing earth shattering. The whole thing took less than 10 minutes.

What’s the result? I know exactly what’s in my freezer. I won’t buy more of something that I already have plenty of and I’ll be able to find what I need without feeling like I’m playing Where’s Waldo. Love it. Also, I can actually buy more things to freeze because I created a little space in there. Before, I was dreading buying anything else frozen because I wasn’t sure how it would fit.

Here’s what it looked like before. This is actually a little embarrassing for me …

But, *pleasant sigh*, this is what it looks like now.

That made me feel so much better … hmmm … what else can I organize? Have you organized anything that really simplified things for you lately? Have you been meaning to organize something?

Why I do what I do ~ This morning Chloe came out of her room with her piggy bank (which we keep up high, I have no idea how she got it) and said, “Mama, piggy’s hungry. He needs some poins.” Me – “He needs some what?” Her – “He needs some poins.” After I got over my giggle and emptied my wallet of all my loose change (about 8 cents) it got me thinking. Is this the start of my ten-year-old saying, “Mom, it’s about time I start getting an allowance.”

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