If I even had an ounce of OCD in my blood, this whole process would be ten times easier...but no. I can't even wrap my brain around the organization that should be in process right now. I just can't.
Does. Not. Compute.
To make things more chaotic and messy, all of our furniture (except for the kids' beds and our kitchen table) is out of the house. I tried to plop down on a couch today and ended up just wandering around with a forlorn look on my face. I landed on my bed mattresses, by the way.
^^^ An empty closet...what kids' play is made of. ^^^
In the next seven days, I've got to get my stuff together. Or else.
Or else, what?
I don't know...the world might come to end?
I burn everything we own?
Yeah, that second option is sounding pretty good right now.
Anyone got a light?
You wouldn't think I'm joking if you saw the state of the entire upstairs.
I'll pass on showing a picture out of sheer avoidance of utter embarrassment.
But at any rate, come hell or high water, we'll be outta here by next weekend.
Pray for me.
In related news, I'm getting rid of anything in sight that I don't have a strong affection for or that serves a specific purpose...
Meaning those random toy pieces that got separated from the mother ship...Gone.
Meaning those clothes that I've hung on to because maybe, just maybe they'll come back in style...Gone.
Meaning if it's in my war path...Gone.
Meaning it feels real good to get rid of stuff...and I'm being ruthless about it.