Piles

Here it is, another Saturday and I am digging myself out from under piles.  Sometimes it is piles of laundry, other times it is piles of scrapbook stuff.  And always, it is piles of papers.  I don't understand how I let it get this way every single freakin week!  My mother was a piler and I swore that I would not be the same, but look at me now.  (Though I do not save nearly the amount of paperwork that she saved.)
Right now, on my kitchen counter is some bills.  They are the girls' Sallie Mae statements.  We get two at a time, twice a month.  Hayley's statement and Ashlyn's statement and Danny's statements for each of their statements.  I will switch them to electronic statements and auto payment.  That will take care of four articles a month.  There is also a clinic bill from Ashlyn's most recent visit.  It is for $325.00.  Insurance won't cover it because she should have had these things done at her regular doctor.  Her regular doctor is the clinic.  We went through this the last time she had these things done at the clinic.  This has to stay on the counter so I remember to call the insurance company on Monday.
Oh and there is a couple of magazines.  I love magazines and I read them pretty soon after they come in the door.  But this is a' how to' magazine so Danny needs to thumb through it to see if he needs to know how to do any of the stuff in it.  I have already thumbed through it and because it is the garage issue, I am leaving it to Danny. 
There is the Disney Movie Club catalog and order form.  I left that on the counter so I would remember to decline Cars 2.  I did not remember to decline Cars 2 and it will be arriving soon!  I will then get a statement from the Disney Movie Club that I can add to the pile.
There is always a few papers in my pile that belong to Danny.  I never know what to do with them so I put them at his place at the table.  He sometimes doesn't get to them in time and when I set the table for dinner, I take the papers and put them back in the pile.
Then there is the pile of papers on the dining room table.  Currently, these are papers that belong in the file box, but I am sorting them for the shredder.  Which leads me to another pile on top of the shredder.  I don't always get the papers in the shredder right away and I form a new pile on top of the shredder.
I would really like this to be the last Saturday that I spend going through piles.  I really think my life as more value than this.  But how do I do it?  And how do I get Danny on board, too?  This may be my greatest challenge yet!
First, I need to convince Danny that he can recycle any fliers that come in the mail.  We have no carpet, so we don't need carpet cleaning coupons.  We are not very political, so we don't need to read the election propaganda.  We need new windows, but aren't getting them before the window, siding, roofing, gutter coupon expires.  Second, I need to get online and request that all correspondence from the bank, the mortgage company, the insurance company and the student loan company is sent to me electronically.  Third, I need to somehow get Danny's name off of all the "dear Veteran..." mailers.  That would take care of 40% of our junk mail.  I really don't think that this company will give us $410,000 over the value of our home.  And I really don't think we need that much, even if Danny "proudly served our nation and deserves financial support worthy of the service that he gave to our proud and grateful nation." 
The mail truck just pulled up, lets see if I can tackle this pile before it ever hits the counter!