Two years ago this month, L and I moved into our house. In an empty house you can feel as you will have more than enough storage space. That is, until you merge two households into one. What
initially looked liked plentiful storage quickly turned to "where am I going to put this?" I love having
everything organized and truly believe that every item I own should have a designated place to go....everything has a home. So the task of trying to stay organized began. For several months it worked out well.
Sometime last year after the wedding our guest bedroom and office became a beacon of clutter. If there were items left in the common area and I wanted to tidy up before guests came I would toss everything that did not belong downstairs into a bag and place it in one of the rooms. Following this method of cleaning the rooms quickly got out of control.
A few weeks ago I was looking at the photo albums I brought from my mother's house with the intention of organizing and placing in new albums. It dawned on me that I brought these albums to my house one year ago and they still have not been done. During this year, I kept telling myself that I would get to them after I re-organized the office. Wow...these rooms have been chaotic for one year. This is so not like me. I'm the person that loves to have things organized.
After a few shopping trips for the right supplies (shredder, file folders and storage containers) I was ready to start. For the next two days I purged bags of paper, sorted clothes to either sell or donate and threw out things that were no longer needed. All and all it was a tiresome task but was worth it.
Niecy Nash and The Clean House crew will never ring my doorbell.
