The disorganization in my house is starting to make me crazy.
My girlfriends are not surprised by this statement. I joke about going through their homes and throwing away DVD boxes and newspaper articles. I talk about all the stuff of my husbands I wish I could throw away. Kevin laughs that I really can't relax if the kitchen is clutters. Not necessarily clean, but cluttered.
But clutter patrol, like most household projects, does cost money. Rubbermaid isn't free at Target, don't you know.
But I've made a bit of a start. Getting Patrick's room painted helped. It forced me to clean out the closet, throw stuff away, and make Kevin store up his stuff. (Store up means 'put this somewhere that I don't have to deal with it and it won't make me crazy.') But many items migrated into the crowded spare room. So I'm off and running with the office.
The closet is pared down to bare essentials. It's ready for Kevin's drums, which we are intelligently moving OUT of the baby's room. Pictures are being boxed up (I'm too lazy to actually put them into albums). Extra clothes and gift wrap is in new Rubbermaid containers ready to go under the futon. It's looking pretty sharp.
Next on the list is the utility room. My fingers are itching to get started....
1 comment:
Awwww ... nesting Jenny is so cute. Hmm, perhaps I shouldn't let you come over anymore ... on the other hand, perhaps it's a relief to be in someone else's clutter that you know you don't have to live with ... eh?
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