Please, please don’t make me go back to cleaning. You see, I had this brilliant idea of organizing and doing a clean sweep in the house. In. The. House. Not a room. Not two rooms. No, I took on the whole house.
Every article of clothing that is not on someone’s back, in the washer or dryer or hanging up already a verified fit, it is in the middle of our playroom floor to be sorted. Give away. Throw away. Keep. Thankfully, the “Keep” pile is small. But ALL clothing from ALL five people in the house?
And the toys? They are next. Oh for the love of all things burying me alive, who gave me this bad idea? Why? I mean, I can handle living in chaos. (No, I really can’t.) But I have been able to do it while walking in a fog induced, crazy assed mind of the past year. Do you KNOW how much clutter can accumulate in a year of fog induced craziness? Let me tell you! A LOT! As in weeping on piles of stuff, gnashing my teeth, wailing in agony and begging the almighty goddesses of clean to just zap it all away!
It is either organize or abandon the house as is and live in the van down by the river. However, seeing as I weep openly if I have to hang in a vehicle for more than a couple of days on a road trip, that doesn’t sound good either.
Where are those awesome people on those shows who do these things for me?
Okay, back to the insanity. If you don’t hear from me for a while it means the piles of stuff ate me alive and I am becoming a Zombie from the Land Clutterhell.