Why does it always feel like every step forward in my battle against clutter is met with two steps back in another room?
I do laundry and a million dishes appear. I wash those dishes and stacks of random papers form on my cedar chest. I clear out those stacks of paper only to notice a mountain of husband flotsam on my living room floor. Does it never end?!
I’ve mentioned before that I’m trying (and failing) to create a schedule for myself not unlike a work schedule. The trick is actually building one and then sticking to it. I think I might have an idea, so wish me luck! If I can’t get this house under control I may go batty.