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The stars aligned, the job needed doing and so it was done. That's what I tell myself. The reality is that I have been procrastinating for at least two years and then a series of negatives, created positive energy in the direction of household organisation.
Firstly, our cleaner quit. What? Why would anyone not want to clean our house? Scrubbing our floors once a fortnight was probably her least favourite thing to do for a few bucks, so she resigned.
Initially I felt abandoned. She was practically part of the family and I was reliant on her to hit the 'reset' button every two weeks. But after the initial shock, I felt then surprisingly free! No more cleaning up for the cleaner.
After a while, it became clear that the house wasn't going to clean itself, and the bombsite was back. So I was forced to don my gloves, pull out the bicarb and vinegar, and scrub the bathroom, mop the floors and re-acquaint myself more frequently with the vacuum cleaner.
I am not converted to this new/old way of life but I am pocketing the cash and saving for Christmas, so all is not lost. But I did realise that there were a number of areas in the house that needed some serious elbow grease and a hell of a lot of stuff that had nowhere to live. Definitely a job for a far superior housewife than me?!
Then Winter turned to Spring and the children started to need their warm-weather clothes. The twins had grown completely out of theirs. I looked at their short shorts and midriff tops and dreamt that the boxes of hand-me-downs would miraculously unpack themselves. It didn't happen. People started to talk.
Then the kids got sick. Three cases of chicken pox and four cases of vomit virus over a period of three weeks. It was like the hand, foot and mouth disease crises of 2010 all over again. News flash: Being house bound with a bunch of
And so I cleaned and decluttered. Swapped the kid's clothes around. Sorted and reschuffled. Reused and recycled. Folded and hung. Stapled and filed. Until it all had a home. Or was given to someone who can find it one.
12 garbage bags later (unbelievable even to me), my home is (almost) clutter free.
One more bookcase. That is all I have left. I wonder how long it will take me to get around to it, now that the children are on the mend, suitably attired and I am the household cleaner.
Are you clutter free?