Now that I’ve hired someone to help me clean and organize my home, I find myself asking this question more and more:
“Uh, where does this go?”
It’s just amazing how many levels of stuff are in each room, and I’ve narrowed down the answer to my question to one of five responses:
1. It goes someplace in this room I’m cleaning but not in this spot where I got it.
2. It goes in the trashcan/recycle bin.
3. It goes in another room.
4. It goes in the donation pile.
5. It goes in the sell-and-try-to-recoup-some-of-your-money pile.
For me, the third answer is the most dangerous.
When I leave the room I’m suppose to be concentrating on cleaning, to take something to another room, I want to stay in that room and see what needs to go from that room into another room or into another one of my categories listed above.
Thank goodness for my Organizer, who yells, “Hey, what are you doing? It doesn’t take that long to move something from one room to another!”
When I come back to the designated room carrying something from the room I just left, he says, “Nope! Take that back where you got it from. You’re concentrating on this room now.”
I’m like, “But…”
And he’s like, “Did you hear what I said?”
OK. Why do I feel like I’m 11 years old all over again. Haha.
I’ve almost gotten one, whole room cleaned. There are odds and ends that have to be dealt with, but this room looks a zillion times better than it did two days ago.
OK, let me get back to work before he comes yelling.