Inspired by a fit of rage when I came out to the lounge this morning at the mess the children (and D?) had created between them getting up and me getting up, and by The Bean’s post on Living in a Shoebox, I have resolved that today I will do something to declutter this house. Today’s mission:
- Take the 5 empty and broken boxes from the front deck.
- Move the spare bed base and mattress to the garage.
- Do something about this pile of half made nappies. (OK…finishing them would be the obvious thing to do, but I’m a professional procrastinator and they don’t have to be finished for at least a week, so why hurry??)
- Give away one bag of Baby clothes (girl stuff I’ve been hanging on to in case we had a girl.)
If I get this done, I’ll feel better! I like empty spaces, and yet it seems that if there is one, we feel obligated to fill it up with something or other. What’s with that?
EDITED TO ADD:
Here’s the mattress-and-bed-free lounge: