Go to my Herald column here.

Organizing doesn’t come naturally to me.

Dunno what it is about me, but I can just walk into a neat room and make it messy – without even trying.

I do occasionally mount an assault on the mess, but it just comes back again. So I’ve learned to embrace it.

I am slob, hear me roar.

This is fine except for one thing:  I can never find anything. And when you have four slobs living under one roof, well, let’s just say the chaos becomes the enemy.

So I hired in Jane the Organizer for a bit of tough love.

This woman can stick-handle and score big with getting slobs like me to conform to systems, baskets and labels.

There’s more in the column, but I will say that our time together was productive and traumatizing – to me.