I cleaned up the whole downstairs. I focused on the living room. My husband loves it when the living room is clean and clear. (That's why I usually do it last, becasue he will come home and clean up the livign room, but he will not on scrub a sink, unless I'd ask him to.) I didn't cheat. Anything I came across was "evaluated and acted upon". I either put it away or tossed it.
When James came home he said:"The living room looks very nice, thank you!" I told him that I loved him enough for cleaning up the downstairs. I might have loved him enough to tackle the upstairs, too, but I had 4 hours of errands, 1 of them with all the kids in tow.
I wish I could say I will tackle the upstairs tomorrow, but I think I will focus on maintance downstairs and pure survival the rest of the week. It's gonna be a full one!
Seeing how much I got done the last 4 weeks despite the many appointments makes me think I am actually learning to get more things done! Good job, me!
Realizing I was a hoarder was both a shock and a relief. A shock, because nobody wants to have a mental disorder. A relief, because my situation finally had a name. I found people who could relate. Knowing the problem helps solving it. I can step aside and look at the situation from a more neutral point of view. Why am I blogging about it? 2 reasons. 1. Putting my thoughts into words helps me think more clearly. 2. If this helps just one, who is like me, see the light it was more than worth it!
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