So why can't I get rid of all the clutter taking up valuable square footage in my home?
Could it be that there is a conspiracy in my home? Could it be that I am outnumbered 4 to 1? That as quickly as I dispose of said clutter, it is replaced with more items?
I am therefore resolved to do some major decluttering in the next few weeks. Around my regular schedule of homeschooling, church, doctor visits, ect. After all, a womans got to do what a womans got to do.
My "dream" room would be one full of shelves and cubicles and sterilite containers. When I needed something, I would smoothly glide over to the appropriate spot and remove the desired item. My husband and children would sing my praises as the wife/mom who knows exactly where everything is. I would save so much time with said room that I would finally have time to get a hobby (I'm quite certain I once had one of those).
Like I said, that's my dream room. But I'm willing to settle for far less.
Today, while sharpening a pencil for my youngest child, I tripped over a small mound of clutter near our school table. You'll be glad to know that instead of using the schoolroom window to break my fall, I was able to divert myself (just barely) onto the lego table. It still wasn't very pretty.
And if I'm going to throw my back out, could it please be while doing something more enjoyable than this (or atleast more dignified)? And why does the Doctor ask how you did it anyway?
So I am hereby warning my family: there's a new mommy in town. If it really is your favorite toy/picture/unidentifiable object, keep it out of the pile. I'm cleaning up this town.