I recently read an article put out by Real Simple, "Clean Your House In 19 Minutes " and in the end I had to laugh. Sure, I got the concept and it was a practical useful article, but even after those 19 minutes a day I still don't feel like I'm in a clean house...at least maybe my crazy definition of clean.
I was told of a woman who spends four (yes, 4!) hours a day doing heavy cleaning. Sorry but that's never happening. EVER. I have to admit, I find a huge satisfaction in cleaning my floors on my hands and knees, having a clean sink, and putting the laundry in the dryer before they get that nasty musky smell, but four hours of hardcore cleaning a day...I. don't. think. so.
Anyway, here is my dilemma. You know when you move to a new place you get all pumped...well I do...about having a clean slate to work with and to be super orgnanized and blissful. It's all fun a great when you are first there, and you think you are all good to go, and then you realize (well I realize) that I'm shoving things that don't really have a place into a closet here, a drawer there, and thus...chaos.
Look, I HATE clutter. I'd like to think my home is mostly clutter free. I cannot even tell you how many times I've caught Justin in our garbage fishing "perfectly good items" out. Now, if I think an item is perfectly fine and I have no use for it any longer I will give it to goodwill or somebody else who needs it, I only throw away garbage.
The problem these days is, that we have no basement. No real place for extra storage. How much extra storage space does one really need though? If you have boxes upon boxes of stuff that never sees the light of day, what's the point of keeping it? I mean I have holiday decor and such packed away in the garage, but do I have too much other random items? I'd like to think no.
So why is it my cleaning list never seems to end? Sure I get that sweeping the floors eight times a day is going to happen no matter what...especially with boys in the house, but I always feel like I have an area or two that is just too full, needs some help and is always on my list.
So, do I care too much, or am I really disorganized??? I can't figure it out. Is my chaos really organized after all? Oh, the drama.