This weekend, I had big plans. Clean the bedroom, get to the closet, maybe get that cleaned up, and start the studio. Why, oh why do I insist on setting myself up for this sort of failure??
First off, I haven’t cleaned our bedroom – REALLY cleaned it – in months. Like, I’m talking before the holidays. In 2009. OK, maybe not that far back, but outside of picking things up off the floors, dusting and running the vacuum, I haven’t really cleaned the bedroom in a really long time. I can hear Chris saying to himself, “What else is there to cleaning a room?!” That’s because men have a different standard of clean than women do. Am I right here or what?
So I spent most of Saturday cleaning the bedroom, doing laundry and throwing things out. I’m sad to say that I didn’t get all of the room cleaned. But I did manage to get something like ten loads of laundry done. Why is it that men will wash it, dry it and refuse to put up a load of laundry? Do they think it’s going to take itself out of the basket and hang itself up or crawl into the dresser drawer? *sigh* At any rate, I still have more laundry to get done as well. But at least most of what I’ve washed already is put away – the last two loads didn’t get hung up because I am out of hangers so I need to make a quick stop at Walmart to pick up more. I’m not sure what happens to my hangers (or my flatware in the kitchen) because every couple of years, I need to buy more.
On the bright side, I have several bags of clothing ready to be donated, several bags of trash to throw out, and a bunch of books to be sent … somewhere. Most of them are old school books of mine, so they may be best thrown away, but I hate to throw away books. I also don’t want to move these books so I am determined to find something else to do with them.
All this makes it sound like my room was a toxic waste dump, but in reality it wasn’t. I just have this really bad habit of storing everything that doesn’t have a home in my room. I really need to stop doing that – maybe make it a policy that at the end of a season I get rid of clothing I didn’t wear or that I no longer like. Set some time limits for keeping stuff I never use. Spend more time throwing stuff out that I don’t need!
Hmmm … I guess the question is, how does the child of two packrats DO this?!? I’m thinking I might need to hire someone to come in and help me declutter …

















