I’m pretty sure she’s hiding under the mess in my house.
I’m a pretty laid back person. Clutter and chaos don’t tend to bother me.
But apparently, even I have my limits.
After almost two weeks off of school (thanks to a tummy bug + spring break + teacher work day), the boys went back to school yesterday. I planned to go to yoga or go for a long run. Instead, except for a small amount of work for my job and a 3.5 mile run, I spent my entire day organizing my house. The.entire.day. And I’m not done.
I threw out an entire trashbag of stuff. I packed up four boxes of outgrown toys. I gave away over 100 CD jewel cases. And my house is still overflowing.
And I killed my shredder.
(Dear Credit Card companies,
If I didn’t request your card, chances are I don’t need it. Neither does my 10 year old. Or my 6 year old. Or my dead cat. Please stop sending me all this damn paper. Please and thank you!
Drowning in paper)
So, today I’ll be doing more of the same. I’ll sneak in a run at some point, but first I’m going to find my dining room table. And I’m hoping that in that clutter, I’ll find something interesting to write about.
Do you ever reach a point of “just can’t take it anymore?” What are your tricks for controlling the clutter?