My Decluttering Progress for February

February flew by.

When I realized a few minutes ago that I hadn’t written a post about my February decluttering progress to link up at Amy’s Finer Things, I clicked on my decluttering tab at the bottom of the page, only to verify that I haven’t done as much in the past month as I should have.

But as I’ve learned so well in this “coming clean” process, focusing on maintaining is equally as important as decluttering.

What have I done?

My two decluttering projects in February were ones that required re-thinking certain areas.

When I cleared off the dresser/dumping ground that is right inside the door where we come in from the garage, I did it with the idea that from now until garage sale time at the end of this month, I’ll be evaluating whether or not I even need that dresser at all. If its only purpose is to collect clutter, I’d rather not have it.

And the biggest project of the month was getting rid of the clutter corner in the office/gameroom. This was my favorite project and made a huge impact. I got rid of an entire box full of the huge excess of preschool materials I had shoved in that corner. And then I found a creative solution for keeping the clutter from re-appearing!

So although I didn’t make as much progress as last month, I’m glad to have this opportunity to evaluate myself so I can be inspired to do more in March.

Check out other bloggersdecluttering efforts at Amy’s Finer Things.

Bursting my Scrubbing Bubble

I have such a long way to go in this journey. My house is looking tons better overall, but I am still so quick to ditch the daily habits that make the difference between continuing the improvement and sliding back down into chaos.

The past three days have been crazy. A very painful ear infection in my 3yo, Bible Study, Mom’s group meeting, long-ago-scheduled almost-an-hour-away doctor appointment, etc. blah blah, means that I’ve ignored some things that I shouldn’t.

And yesterday I heard a speaker on organization who only made me feel like an inept idiot. (I really don’t care to hear people talk about organization who don’t even acknowlege that it’s a legitimate struggle for some people.)

And yesterday, when I was trying to pry my miserable 3yo off of me for just a few minutes to pick up at least a few things, my wonderfully honest 8yo said something along the lines of, “You mean, you actually want to pick up?”

He received a rather dirty look.

I mean, really? Our house is so much less cluttered. I sweep the floor and do the dishes every single day (mostly). There’s always a clean bowl for cereal. We have an organized system instead of a big abyss of shoes at the back door. The living room rarely has trash on the floor and if it does, it doesn’t stay there for weeks. The loveseat almost never has clean laundry piled on it. There have been clean socks in his drawer every day for months.

And yet, somehow, I’m still the mom whom he’s surprised to see picking up?

I am more than a little depressed about this.

(But, although yesterday I was lamenting his brutal and innocent honesty, this morning I was thankful for it when he informed me that he can hear us talking in our master bedroom through the vent in his room. Good information to have, don’t you think?)

Today, I’m trying to refocus my frustrations and feelings of failure into renewed motivation.

I HAVE to tackle the master bedroom. It’s my room. It represents me. I hide it from the rest of the world, but my family sees it.

Just like the posters of Kirk Cameron told you something about me when I was 12, the boxes of odds and ends cluttering the floor and the piles of clothes on the dresser tell you something about me now.

I still have lots of drawers and spots in the house to go through, but the master bedroom is the last large-scale disaster area. I don’t think I can be truly changed until it is changed.

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