I am a horrible person. I am constantly in a pissy mood because of the packrat nature of my husband and sons yet the massive piles I contribute to the house are equal. I am so tired of having a house that makes me feel ill. I’ll make some steps toward simplicity and then I just slide right back into old habits. Or I’ll tell myself I’m too tired to deal with them. Inevitably when I do deal with them, everything in the pile is obsolete. Why then do I keep them?
The only place I’ve gotten a pattern with is the attic. About every six months I go up there and pull out boxes and bags to donate or discard depending on what is in them. Why can’t I do the same with the piles? Except not every six months…more like every week. In some ways I’m very organized, but in others I am a total mess. It makes me feel very sad. It makes me not want to look at this amazing home we have. I walk through it with blinders on because I don’t want to see it.
I want to enjoy my house. I want to not be embarrassed when someone pops in to say hello. I don’t want to be the Queen of Crap.
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