40 minutes wasn’t enough, but I came back when I had a few minutes later in the afternoon, and finished up.
Here’s the after:
Yes, that’s one of my wigs.
I took my time. I focused only on the dresser and took every piece of . . . ahem . . . junk to its proper home. I got out my pledge and shined it up and arranged the photos and cleaned the mirror.
Our master bedroom is so bad, that I know in order to “do it right” I’d have to devote an uninterrupted week to it. In the past, on my maniacal cleaning days, I’d pick up all the dirty clothes in the entire room. Then pick up all the trash. At that point, I’d become overwhelmed. And I’d always, always get to the point when I wouldn’t know what to do with those last few things that didn’t have a home anywhere else in the house. And then I’d usually quit.
So, since I’m committed to truly changing my slobbish ways instead of just getting the house ready for one party, I’m going to take my time. I mean, no one has seen the master bedroom in 3 years, what’s one more month, right? I’m going to work on a small section at a time, celebrating each section as its own success, and work to maintain the finished ones.
And that cleared-off, shiny dresser gives me hope.