It drives me batty. Horizontal surfaces become an apparent breeding ground for an assortment of things that really just don’t need to be there. My entertainment center is littered with stuff that just needed to be out of the toddlers’ reach. An empty box, all natural leave-in conditioner, two remote controls, the coconut oil that gets slathered on baby bums, keys, stuff.
On top of the gun safe we can find an empty diaper bag, a camera case, too many hats and dust bunnies. On the chest freezer in the kitchen I see oranges, grapefruits, tangelos, two overripe bananas, some junk mail, baby sign language cards, and two sweet potatoes. On the kitchen counter GOOD GRIEF there’s too much to mention.
I seriously hate it. I went on a cleaning binge a few days ago and now have a beautiful, clean, organized space under my bathroom sink. Part of me blames the clutter on having children (it wasn’t always like this), part of me blames the lack of closet/organizational space in this house, part of me blames my husband, and part of me knows that I’ve started accepting the clutter.
It has to stop. It makes me crazy, it clutters up my life. I need it to be cleaner and better organized. I’m about to go on a de-cluttering rampage.
We don’t need all this stuff.