I have a Black Belt in bolting up from whatever chair I am sitting in and racing about madly cleaning or tidying when I see the headlights of my husband’s car coming up the driveway. Just takes practice.
In fairness, I am as lackadaisical about impromptu cleaning jags as I am about any other cleaning. I have never been a daily cleaner. Never had the urge to keep up with the dishes, the laundry, the cleaning, and more. I get overwhelmed.
I would make a terrible house cleaner. I would be fired immediately. I’m not cut out for daily anything. But…decluttering? Now decluttering is my jam. I love filling bags and boxes with unwanted items. I love seeing the pile of donation bags growing. I even love making decisions about which items to keep and which items to toss. I am in my element when I am knee-deep in soccer cleats or headphones or serving dishes. Give me a bag or a box and time and I am set!
For the last week, I have had nothing but time. You see I handed in my notice a few weeks ago. It was time to move on to new adventures. I was ready…more than ready. The first day after I left my job was a new beginning. A time for new adventures. I ramped up my job search, of course, but I also got to grips with my home. After 5+ years of working nonstop with only a day or two off here and there, I had nothing but time ahead of me.
I surveyed my home. Piles of stuff in every room. Bags of stuff at the top and bottom of each staircase. Abandoned Christmas decorations waiting to be put somewhere. In short, my home needed some serious decluttering. Now I am not disparaging Dad Knows Better in any way shape or form. Dad Knows Better is the designated cleaner of the house. He does cooking, laundry, dishes, cleaning, and yard work. But, even he would admit that decluttering and household organization is not his jam. That’s where I come in…I am a whirling dervish of decluttering and organizing lately.
