I’ve worked more in the master today. I’m trying to plow through even though it seems like it will never end. I try to make it my philosophy to focus on thing by thing instead of the big picture when the big picture starts to overwhelm me. I have no idea if this is the right thing to do, since I am the antithesis of an organizational/cleaning expert, but if I don’t do it this way, I’ll give up.

My 3 yo has complimented me on how great it looks. Poor child. I’ve been working and working and my dresser hasn’t even been touched yet. It’s piled at least 2 feet high in most places.

I think the most horrifying thing about the room is the dust. I know it’s there, but I am able to ignore it because of all the clutter. It’s an endless cycle. What is the point of dusting when there’s so much clutter that you really can’t? And the clutter means that “cleaning” the room is a humongous project. I’m trying to dust as I go. The dust is like a stopwatch to see how long it’s been since I cleaned certain areas. The thicker it is, the longer that pile of stuff has been laying there. What is really frustrating is that a beautiful silver frame with a velvety back may never recover from the neglect. I am going to have to go over it with some heavy tape, but it will probably never be the same.

OK, I’m rambling, trying to avoid going back in there. I’m going . . . now.

Now.