My house is begging to be cleaned. Don't get me wrong, I mop, scrub, sweep, and disinfect the place like crazy...but still, with six people living here, it seems that everything gets displaced or rearranged faster than you can say "Merry Maids." And when I'm finding Legos in the Tupperware cabinet, or one measly race car (of two thousand) in its designated box, I am not a happy mom.
Odd, isn't it, that I'm the only resident bothered by this? I would like to smile and wave at the clutter as I walk by, really I would. But it gets under my skin and messes with my sanity. Oy.
So once again, it's time to purge, clean, and reorganize. Every basket on every shelf in every closet of every room.
Guess I'll see y'all next summer.