by Penelope Loves Lists Founder Meredith Monday Schwartz
Sometimes, it sucks to be a Penelope. The Organized One. The Together Chick Everyone Can Rely On. It can suck. Over the course of my life, I’ve been teased by classmates, resented by co-workers, I’ve even lost a marriage over my Penelope ways.
I hate snarky, back-handed compliments like “it must be nice to always have it so together, huh?” Mainly because I know they don’t mean it. They’re just waiting for me to miss an appointment or forget a birthday or forget to pick my kids up from school or…or…have a mental breakdown. (Pardon the paranoia.)
I hate that having my shit together makes other people mad that they don’t. Even if the fact that they can’t get to the dentist on time is so completely NOT my fault.
I hate the name-calling, too. You’ve all heard it. You’ve been called a “perfectionist”, a “control freak”, a “neat freak”, “anal retentive”. And not in a good way. All because you make lists and put things away in alphabetical order.
Well, you know what I say? Screw ’em. I’m going to The Container Store.
Originally posted in May 2010, but still totally relevant today. And I’m still going to The Container Store.