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Clutter Attack

Today has been a delightful day. For weeks now I've been complaining about how cluttered my life feels. It's a long story, and all that is important for now is that the heaviest albatross around my neck has been the clutter around my house. I'm not much of a pack rat. In fact, everything that is important to me fits nicely inside one large and one medium sized tote in my computer room closet. My husband, however, still has the football and basketball he played with in middle school tucked away in the garage.

Armed with a hefty black trash bag, I marched into the computer room and turned on my "work" DVD: Dumb & Dumber. While Harry and Lloyd traveled across the country, I organized the puzzles and board games on the top shelf, set up a filing system for our "important" papers, shredded five year old bills, carried two full trash bags outside, and planned part of my next clutter ambush. My mantra: yes, you can throw away those newborn pictures of other people's children without feeling guilty!

The room is not yet done. I'm actually at the last little bit that always seems to drive me batty. For some reason, once the bulk of the mess is gone and all I have left are those weird little items that don't seem to have a home yet, I get lost. In the middle of the floor are some empty storage bins, my facial steamer, 2 three-ring binders, and another tote filled with items with a date with the shredder.

The good news is that I already feel stronger. I accomplished something. No, I forgot to take pictures, but I will display the afters and promise to show you the next closet before I get started.

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