After our experience with the flu (we all ended up getting it AND so did the daycare kids), I have been cleaning like a crazy person. Partly because the house is cluttered beyond what I can stand and partly because I had to rid us of germs.
On Sunday, Danae and I went through her room. That sounds so easy. Clean one child's room. Right? Not so easy. It was fairly destroyed, but we came out alive and the room looks great. Then I tackled the toy room and threw away broken toys and packed away baby toys on the sly. The kids haven't asked for anything I took away so either they really weren't playing with those things or my suspisions about the fact that we have too many toys have been confirmed.
Yesterday I cleaned my upstairs desk where I use my computer. It's a small rolltop desk that doesn't get too messy because it's too small to stuff too many things into. Today I took a deep breath and went through my downstairs desk. Everyone has a catch-all space. My downstairs desk is my catch-all space. Receipts, bills, colored on scraps of paper, the first time Danae wrote her name, pictures, everything gets thrown on that desk. It was such a mess. It was so bad that while I cleaned it, I found THREE hairbrushes. Three. I had bought a new hairbrush because for a week I had to use a comb because all of my brushes were missing.
Sigh.
I was voted Most Organized in high school.
Oh how the mighty have fallen.
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