I feel like I have fallen off the blogwagon. I feel like I
have fallen off a few wagons, actually. One step forward, two steps back, as
they say. By the way — I Googled images for “falling off the wagon” and most of
what I found were pictures of Charlie Sheen and Lindsay Lohan and David
Hasselhoff. Har har har.
Anyway, as I write this, I am surrounded by some pretty big
piles of paper to sort, most of which are kids school papers and drawings and
some of which are little scrappy lists of things I want to do. One of the lists
says I am going to organize all my craft crap that is taking over the basement
and clean out the “tool room” which is essentially the “room filled with crap
we don’t know what to do with.” I know I can get through all these papers in
the small window of time I have before kids come home (with more papers) and I
need to help with snacks and homework and sports pickups, and all the usual
afterschool stuff. Actually I have to do it before they get home and get the
big bags of paper recycling out of the house and into the back of my car before
the kids see what I am doing with all their precious drawings and spelling
tests and corrected homework and FREAK OUT. See — I have a deadline and it gets
done. No deadline and … nothing. No
motivation whatsoever.
I know I am making slow, steady progress in this mission to declutter my house, my head, and my life, but I worry that I
am regressing to my old ways and letting things pile up when I should deal with
them right away. Some progress is better than no progress, but mostly I just
look around my house and I am dismayed by all the stuff that I just don’t know
what to do with. When I was in college, everything I owned could fit in my car.
Not anymore. I could easily fill my car with the stuff I need to get rid of.
Time to get back on the horse. Or back in the saddle. Whatever. I need to
get on it.
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