I like having my stuff around me.
made me more cognizant of this over the years, but I still have my little
bastions of chaos – like my nightstand and at least one drawer in my wardrobe. This,
however, doesn’t go over well with hubby. If he knows it’s there, it bothers him.
run my business from home and the kids still need to be minded while I work.
Picture this… it’s after five o’clock and dinner has yet to be started. Toys are
strewn across the living room, on the dining room table (hubby’s latest pet
peeve), and dishes from the morning still lingering on the kitchen counter. This
does not a happy husband make.
project at a time.
unit with four sections that was crammed to overflowing with stuff. Ever since we moved early last
year, it’s become a drop-off spot for everything that didn’t have a home.
Well, I can proudly say it’s not an orphanage any longer! My
wardrobe has been weeded out, tchotchkes have been tossed, and endless
receipts, papers and other junk have been thrown out. I must say, it feels
pretty good… but not as good as it makes hubby feel. He’s the real reason I
did it. You’re welcome, honey. Happy (early) Valentine’s Day!!