Some days I'm fine. Some days I'm (as Christian so eloquently stated) annoying.
I can't handle our apartment. Even when it's clean, there is clutter. I'm not talking about my obvious problem with large items of furniture (huge piano, huge mirror, huge trunk in the living room). I'm talking about the small things.
That pile of stuff under the kitchen table. What is down there, anyway? I'm embarrassed to say that I don't know.
That catch-all corner of the kitchen counter. (How's that for alliteration?) I spy coins, nail clippers, fish food, receipts, headache medicine, buttons, corn nuts (?). Oh yeah. And the fish himself.
That pile of papers in the hallway. I'm pretty sure it's Christian's old school work. Won't fit on the bookshelf because that's where we put all the books we never look at.
And let's not even mention the pile of bottle-rockets-mixed-with-who-knows-what under the bikes in our room, or the remote-control car that puts me on the edge of spewing not-so-nice words every time I try to get my bike out of our room.
Make it go away! Make it all go away! I'm not even exaggerating. It is driving me crazy. And when I'm not happy, everyone in our house (except Graham) suffers. Just ask Christian. I think he's afraid of me when I start frantically cleaning at 10 o'clock at night. No. Correction. I know he's afraid of me. He very nicely asks me to go to bed before I, um, blow up. I'm pretty lucky I have him.
So let's get to the bottom of this. Am I just having issues because I'm away from home all day and miss my baby? I'm certainly not pregnant, so this can't be nesting. Or maybe I feel like I'm never home so I expect my home to be a perfect safe haven when I get home late at night. Instead I see the clutter and it makes me crazy. Those of you who took psychology classes in college, please over-analyze my situation and tell me why I'm practically jumping out of my skin over clutter.
Help! Does anyone have a 12-step plan to de-clutter your house? Seriously. I need help.
3 years ago