There's nothing quite like having a friend stop by to drop something off ... only to have them ask to use my bathroom, then have to walk through my cluttered and messy house to get there. Let's just say that seeing my house through someone else's eyes really gets me into the cleaning mode. First thing I did after my friend left? Wipe down the toilet seat. Yuck! So embarrassing.
Today I was sifting through all the clothing and pulling out clothes that were stained and torn, as well as clothing the children had outgrown. There was a huge pile of clothing to sort through, and an ever growing pile of clothes to donate. At one point, I pulled out a pink t-shirt and asked, "Whose is this?" Someone said it was Maryanne's, which couldn't have been true because it was a size 8. It wasn't her color anyway ... So I tossed it in the donate pile. (In hind sight, I now think my mom gave it to Maryanne for Christmas, and she said that she wasn't sure what size to get for Maryanne. Whoops on my part.) That's when Adam exclaimed that he wanted a pink shirt. Other children chimed in with, "It is his color." (Referring to his Dressing Your Truth type.) Adam bolted toward the donate pile and seized the shirt, promptly pulling it over his head and the collared shirt he had on. (Later he removed the collared shirt, after much cajoling from ...
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I'm in major organize and de-clutter mode right now. I'm hoping in a few weeks, things will be easier to maintain (crossing fingers and knocking on wood).