I do love our loft ceilings.
Our bedroom suddenly became the laundry catch-all. It was a bit of a catch-all. Period. I honestly would forget to clean our bedroom. I walk out, go hang with the kids in the kitchen or living room, and poof! Forgotten. Until I am stumbling in the dark, trying not to break my neck on laundry that should have been folded or hung a long time ago!
and AFTER...
We could just close our bedroom door when people came. Lock it when a sitter came. Only, last Friday, Motor Mouth broke into our bedroom to get his toothpaste for the new sitter. Everywhere else was clean. It was just our bedroom.
Arrrgh!!! It was our first time meeting her. Ever.
and AFTER...
Clutter, even in one room, can have a devastating effect on the mind. I felt like I was a horrible mother and a terrible housewife because I could not get a handle on the laundry. I just didn't know where to start. My self-esteem dipped way low.
I felt like a fraud. Here I was with immaculately organized cabinets and drawers, a bookcase that is an organizational haven, and my laundry was overpowering me. My small business is helping others manage their lives but I couldn't even tackle my laundry. For my mental well being, I had to win this battle.
And I did.
For this week at any rate...
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