There has been something that has been weighing on me heavily and it continues to get worse. Aunt Sally, if you're reading this, you may want to stop now.
I have something to admit. I have a clutter problem and it seems to be getting worse. Today, I will be showing you my bedroom. Why I am doing this? I'm hoping that by doing this I will be embarrassed enough to actually do something about it.
Here is my side of the room:
*hangs head in shame*
clutter I hide behind the mirror:
Old tape cassettes that I'm not sure what to do with, a ribbon from a gift, a gift bag Mal pulled from the closet and other crap:
Mal's old clothes that need to be sorted and the co-sleeper that I'm not sure where to store long-term:
On top of the dresser (with a nice layer of dust):
This stuff used to be in a bag until Mal pulled it out to play with. Still, I was hiding it in a bag beside the dresser:
I could blame this on being a mom to a toddler, but the truth is is that I've always had a slight clutter problem. And I've always hated it. I have the Hanna gene that is getting severely ignored. I need to figure out how to tend to my need to clean.
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