It's that time of year again....
Well actually, just about any time I get the bug is that time of year. lol
I go through the organizing and cleaning out 'thing' every few months. Hubby always shudders, but he helps where and when he can, and in the long run we both feel better having a clean (or mostly clean) house.
We can't understand why it seems to be a never ending battle though.
We don't even have the amount of stuff that most people do. We live relatively sparse (too sparse for many people I'm sure), simple, easy going. Since we live in a relatively small house we try to keep it to a minimum. Too much stuff in a small house makes for cramped quarters.
We're even fairly careful about what comes into the house in the first place (except sometimes I overdo the art supplies - yes, art supplies can be overdone - trust me!). How then, does stuff seem to accumulate like it does? It obviously spends time co-habitating in the dark recesses of the garage, closet spaces, and cupboards, multiplying at will. That's the only explanation there can be.
Books are case in point. Where do they keep coming from? We've got a closet full (and by closet I mean several shelves), a bookcase full, and even the night stands are full, behind the closed doors. Though there are books that will always be keepers, we purge the others quite often. The small local library knows us well. We're always bringing in books/movies and magazines for them to shelve or sell at the book sales.
In the garage there are bikes that need to be hung and gotten up off the floor. A carpet machine, ShopVac, and various other pieces of equipment (jigsaw, bandsaw, circular saw, etc) that need a place of their own to stand uncluttered and ready to use. Right now every time we need to use one of those things it's a major hassle to uncover whatever it is to make sure it still exists.
Plus, the laundry area is out there. There's nothing I can do about that unless we build on to the house. And that isn't going to happen any time soon.
When we first moved in to this house I thought I was going to love having the washer and dryer out there. I don't. I hate it. I absolutely hate it.
It's not even the hike from one end of the house to the other, it's the whole 'laundry in the garage' thing. I don't have a room, I have a
space. And it's not even a good space. When I'm sharing my laundry area with tons of other stuff it's stressful. And if I drop some newly laundered piece of clothing on the floor? I say choice words, throw a tantrum (yes adults are prone to tantrums under these circumstances), and am generally cranky for the remainder of the day.
A car in the garage? Surely you're joking. We've
never had a car in the garage - ever. Not just this garage, but
any garage, and we've owned three houses since we've been married. Our last house was no larger than this one, but it had a ridiculous three car space (new development), and there was no way we'd have ever gotten a car inside of it.
Of course we had an excuse then. We had to move quickly and didn't have time to get rid of anything. That however doesn't explain why we never got rid of it after moving in. It just didn't seem all that important I guess.
My dream for this garage? Move everything out and only put back those things that we can't possibly live without.
In the meantime, I'm tackling the house, room by room, closet by closet. I hate that type of work because it's not like you can wave your arms around at the end of the day and say 'hey, look at what I accomplished today'. It's one of those tasks that goes unnoticed by everyone but the person who has actually done it.
Sometimes it would be nice to be Samantha, Sabrina, or even Jeannie. Just a nose twitch, the swish of a finger, or a blink, and everything would be done and as you like it.
Actually, that would be a fantastic way to remodel a house and get it finished in one fell swoop. *Sigh* But that's a story for another day.