Fear of Cupboards.

I have a very rational fear of a few cupboards in my home. As a professional homemaker and CEO of our house, one might think that each and every nook and cranny was well organized and spot on. Sadly, that is not the case.There are two doors i fear most but for the sake of time i will share only one. It belongs to the baking sheets and metal pans. It is a nice cupboard, tall and slender, just what a cookie sheet needs to feel at home. But my hand tremors and lump forms in my throat every time i need to get something in or out of it. You see, it is set up like a game of Tetris, if you move one pan the whole form falls. Then its me grabbing and snatching at the sheets of cold metal as they nosily fall out onto the soft linoleum floor. i almost always pinch a finger or jam a nail into the wrong place, only inflaming my hate for this particular storage space. "reorganize" you may say. Simple enough, however i feel that my fear of this unstoppable mess steams from a cupboard from may past...My mom's linen cupboard.As a child and teen i clearly remember being asked to fetch a sheet or towel only to have all of aforementioned items fall on me in a waterfall of soft fabric. This sad sight would later be fallowed up by a shriek from my mom when she found the mess that was never meant to happen. In my more immature days as a homemaker the Tupperware area was a problem but that's child play compared to the "baking cupboard of doom". In the end i'm sure that i will resolve this issue only to be confronted by some new household terror, but for now this is "mein kampf".