Right now, my house is a disaster. I'm not a great housekeeper. Honestly, I usually just do the bare minimum, but it stays clean (somewhat), and relatively presentable. However, I was out of town for five days, then spent the last two weeks sick. The motivation to keep up just wasn't there.
I'm feeling better now. As I look around and see all that needs done, I am overwhelmed. When I am overwhelmed, I procrastinate.
Besides the regular house cleaning that needs done in order to catch up, I have another problem. Almost a year ago (yes, a year) we moved everything out of our room in order to have it painted a really fantasic blue. After moving the necessities back in, I found I really didn't want all the extra "stuff" in there anymore. Solution, keep it stacked haphazardly in the spare room.
A few months after that, we had our son's room painted. Once again, not everything made it back in his room. More stuff in the spare room.
We couldn't stop there. We finally bought a new bed frame and headboard. The remaining items were moved out of, then back into the bedroom, yet again! Moving stuff about was getting old, so I did not bother to put all of it away.
Now, when I walk into the spare room, I am immediately overwhelmed by what I see, so I walk back out. I lie in my nice new bed at night, and ignore the clutter I see around me. I really am quite good at that. I always have been.
I am making an effort to fix that. Normally I just shut the doors to the offending rooms, and no one is the wiser. Today, I open the doors, hoping that if others can see it, I will be motivated to do something about it.
Door 1, The Good (RIP Bob):
The Bad:
Door 2, The Ugly:
This was worse until a couple of days ago when my husband moved out a few of the larger items. Now we can at least walk in the room.
Maybe I'll open Door 3, the dreaded mud room soon. Maybe...
