WIP

In my quest for declutteration...declutterization...whatever, I have now moved on to the fridge. My last effort was the girls' room and I just can't seem to move forward. I need something that I can see immediate results. The girls' room will just have to wait until I get more self-esteem.

At first glance, it's not so bad.





But let's take a closer look, shall we?


Here we have evidence of the Great Bacon Bits Calamity of '07


The GBBC of '07 was similar to the Catastrophic Shredded Cheddar Incident of '07, but confined to the shelves only. The Cheddar reached nooks and crannies that, up until then, were unknown to man. I left the site intact for further investigtion. It's now a cold case. ba-dum-bum
Here we have the freezer.

A closer look reveals that wine bottles will explode in the freezer if you forget you put them there 'cuz you want your wine cold asap. That mess was overwhelming and you will notice I made an attempt to clean it, but crapped out chose to wait for a later date to finish the job.

So there you have it. I'll update as I progress in this endeavor. Peace out!

WIP: Girls' Room Edition

These people are experiencing post traumatic stress.

And here's why...

They barely made it out from under the bed to safety. Thanks to Prince Derek's quick thinking and mad driving skills, they were able to get to the rug. They collapsed with relief and exhaustion, thankful for their very lives. I find it now my duty to provide a safe environment...a haven, if you will...for these poor souls. I will report back with my progress. **salutes**

WIP

I reconnected with an old friend at our shiny, new church and when I told her I homeschooled my five kids, she said, "You must be the most organized person in the world!". Well, if I had gotten my Buxton Bag, this might be true. But, after 8 weeks of waiting, I cancelled my order. That's all I'm going to say for now because I'm just not ready to talk about it. And I'm exactly the opposite of "the most organized person in the world". I am a "planner", not a "finish-the-jobber". I'm a "run-around-the-house-and-cry-because-I-wasted-yet-another-day-procrastinating-so-I'll-take-it-out-on-my kids-er". OK, I'll stop.

In other news, my new BFF, Diana came yesterday and cleaned my house. It took her 6 hours. When she finished, I asked her if she was mad at me and she said, "No." In anticipation of her visit, I decluttered the boys' room so she could really get in there and "git 'er done". Here are the results:

Before

After

Before


After

Here's the aftermath. If I can get it down the stairs, it will be going to some poor sucker's bless someone else's home.


Next project? Da da dum dum...The girls' room. *shudder*

My kids are messy and other thoughts

OK. I'm back on the decluttering kick. Dh gave me the go-ahead to get some outside help with the house. So, now I have to clean my house before she comes on Friday.

Because I live for public ridicule, I'm posting some before pictures.

I'm baring it all here, folks. That's how much I trust you.

So let's all take a moment here and pray for organization and retribution. And a quick tip: Say you smell something offensive that might be in a pile of clothes, don't bury your face in it to check the smell. I'm just sayin'...