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Spring Cleaning To Be Done, Or The Irresistible Force and the Immovable Object & His Objects
Sorry for the crabbing yesterday. But the Man is really frustrating me right now. I mean, I love him, and he's a wonderful father, and exemplary in some many ways. But he is a pack rat, and I feel like the cat who's having to stalk him!
We are short on space--largely because of the number of books the Man owns (subject of another rant for another day) and because of all the STUFF he accumulates, a good deal of which is crowding up JR's room. The whole house is cluttered and it is not soothing to my nerves, to say the least.
I need the Man to go through his closet in our bedroom, so we can reorganize it. Then his bureau can move out of our bedroom to make room for an Ikea Pax wardrobe for some of my stuff. We are also going to get two small bureaus to fit under our window. Then I can get all my stuff out of the closets in JR's room (her room has a wall of 4, ours just has one small closet), clear off all the surfaces in our bedroom that have clothes of mine, and make our bedroom LOOK like a bedroom, even with all the bookcases!
Right now, our bedroom could easily be on "Clean House" or one of those other home organization shows I watch. Truthfully, most of our house could easily be on one of those shows. I dream of having those people come in and deal with the Man, though it's pretty pathetic when stuff like that is a major part of your fantasy life!
SIGH.....
Anyway, the Man was SUPPOSED to go through his things this weekend. Anything unwanted would go to Salvation Army. And I am expecting there is a lot. He wears uniforms to work, and tends to wear the uniform workpants on the weekends. Meanwhile he has dress shirts, ties and other such that he hasn't worn in years, plus a lot of really nice casual shirts and sweaters that I'd love to see him wear, but he tends to bypass in favor of, again, his uniform shirts or other such hideous stuff.
Don't tell him about the Army shirt I sent in the LAST Salvation Army batch. It was too tight--has been for years--and I HATED it, so it's gone. SHHHHHHHH!
(I am so glad he doesn't read this blog!)
Did he go through his stuff?
Can you guess why I am ticked at him?
He is going to be off next week when the girls have spring break. And stuff is going--either into storage, or to charity, or wherever.
He'll be mad at me for making him do it. But it has to get done and it's going to get done! I need to be able to find my clothes. They need to come out of JR's room--she'll be a teenager all too soon and then she won't want Mommy sharing her closet space. And she needs to have a room that looks like a room.
This morning she asked me "Why do you do all these things, Mommy?"
Because, my darling daughter, if I don't do it, it doesn't get done......
