So many topics running through my mind, each of which I could type a long blog about. However, it is late, I am tired, and even if I wasn't there are so many more productive things I should be doing. Last night I said that today I was going to sort through the mountain of stuff on the table. That didn't happen. Changing plans, I set out to organize my bedroom, but in putting away laundry I discovered I needed more space for towels in the bathroom, and ended up rearranging/cleaning shelves in there, which led to cleaning the counter around the sink. None of this was done to any degree of real satisfaction, half assed at best, since the whole time I was doing any one thing I was distracted by all the other things I ought to be doing.
If only I didn't have such a knack for acquiring stuff, and such a problem getting rid of it.
I have started a garage sale pile, currently stashed under the basement stairs. It's starting to creep out though, there's just so much to get rid of. I don't think I've bothered to get rid of anything since we moved in here.
Not that I was ever a great house keeper, but it's definitely been worse since having daughter. First because moving hurt, so I didn't. And now because everything has gotten so out of hand it's difficult get it back under control.