Dana K. White

A SLOB COMES CLEAN

Reality-Based Cleaning, Decluttering, & Organizing

It’s Not Easy Being a Scatter-Brained Germaphobe

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It's Not Easy Being a ScatterBrained Germaphobe - A Slob Comes Clean

I do believe this is what is referred to as a First World Problem.

Meaning, there are people in the world with real problems.  This is just a minor life-inconvenience caused by my own neurosis.

But seriously, when you are running 90-to-nothing (not that I have any idea what that cliche actually means . . . ), and you find yourself writing a fifth note on the palm of your hand (because that’s the only thing you’re guaranteed not to lose, and to actually see), it’s not terribly helpful to also have an obsession for hand-washing.

That’s all I have to say.

I know.  It’s not a real problem.

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Picnic Ideas

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638shares 137 0 501 It’s picnic season! For us, picnic season is baseball season.  With two boys each playing two evening games every week for almost two months, we could drop a lot of cash on fast food.  (And gain a lot of weight!) Picnics require more planning than burgers-in-a-bag, but the family loves them […]

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I Just Wasted 38 Minutes

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107shares 104 1 2My Wednesday began as it usually does.  With me getting up and THEN remembering that I should have gotten up earlier because Wednesday is always my craziest day of the week. I lovingly(ish) awakened my hard-sleeping children, urged them to the breakfast table, and jumped into the shower. Somewhere between me getting […]

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Why Did We Still Have That?

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80shares 79 0 1 As you know, I’m having a garage sale soon.  Hopefully this Saturday. One good reason to have a garage sale is that it helps me look at my house in a different way.  I suddenly see things that have long been invisible. Like this LeapFrog fridge set.  My fridge has been […]

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Room to Re-Arrange

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58shares 51 0 7 “But I don’t have anywhere else to put it.” That’s been my excuse for years. As a child, I loved small spaces.  I would spend hours in the two-foot space behind my dad’s recliner, pretending it was my house.   I used blankets and pillows to create a home in my not-a-walk-in […]

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