Clutter Bug.

The weather is lousy and I am trapped in the house with my three angles (by angels I mean stir-crazy wild children). Makes me wonder why it is that I hate being inside so much. There is lots to do. Lots to clean, lots to put away, lots to organize. 

Here is the honest truth. Never said it out loud before and I hope my husband does not read this before I'm ready to take action. *big breath* There is too much shit all over this frigging house!!!! Papers all over the dining room table, kid junk on the fridge, kid junk on book shelves, more kid junk in the basement, gift bags that I save but will never reuse because they are ugly, clothes that I won't toss because there is 'nothing wrong with them' other than the fact that I think they are ugly and will not wear them, books that will never be read again, shoes that are nasty and will never be worn again, a garage and shed just full of junk, cupboards full of dishes that are never used and I haven't seen the top of my dresser in years!!!!!  - whoa. I haven't even ranted on 3 rooms in the basement that I do not enter because they are full of stuff that 'needs to be organized'.

So you see, I, the self-proclaimed Queen of Organized, may possibly be a bit of a fraud. I firmly believe that this junk does not identify me. I am smart enough to know that buying a new basket or shelf thingy will not solve a thing. I must purge these demons and I must do it soon. A little less conversation, a little more action.

When do I do this? How do I go about it. Where do I put the kids so that they don't end up in the give-away box? 

I am now embarrassed by my confession..Time to do something about it. In the next few weeks, expect before and after shots of my purge. Good luck to me and feel free to nag if I renege. Be gentle though. I do have 3 little ones and a large fitness goal that are taking much of my energy. But, no excuses! I've got this! One room at a time. Slow and steady wins the race.

For now, while the boys watch a little tv, I am going to cuddle up with my baby and a magazine that will likely not leave this house for another decade.( the magazine. the baby will be here longer than that, it's the law)