I feel a bit like a flasher, showing you these unmentionables: but here is just one tiny piece of my clutter: the cabinet in the study. It may have been orderly in the fall, when school started, but entrophy has set in, and it's an avalanche waiting to happen...
In the process of cleaning, I'm turning up all sorts of doodads that I missed, and discovering that there are more things in this house than I have use for. Old wires from dead and long-departed cellphones--what am I keeping these for? Old sandals whose soles are worn to holes--what am I thinking? It's as though I'm waking up from a clutter hibernation, and lumbering into the light, I'm seeing a feast of MESS. I've thrown myself into cleaning it to the point of dreaming of how I can organize the attic, the cabinets in the bathrooms, the pantry.
All of these are somewhat, if not completely, futile projects. With a toddler following me most of the day, all organization is up for grabs. And the off-limits places like the attic, well--to even think to organize that will mean a day of a babysitter. I can think of a hundred other things I'd rather do while the sitter is here, couldn't you?
This is a long way of saying that I've not abandoned the blog, though I've only posted once this week. It's that I'm up to my rubber-gloved hands in sudsy water and piles of recycling paper. I will be posting again more starting this weekend!
