HELP! My House Is Getting Smaller!

Oh wait, no it's not.  I just have too much stuff!

So you know those people who can't get to sleep at night if there are dirty dishes in the sink?

Yeah, they piss me off.

Probably because I'm not one of them.

I am perfectly content to use the kitchen sprayer to fill my glass with water so that I don't have to disrupt the Jenga pile in my kitchen sink, and then head off to a deep and restful sleep.

I watch Hoarders to make myself feel better.

At least I'm not THAT bad!

 

I am a piler of stuff.  Yes, it's true.  I am disorganized and I hesitate to throw things away.  Hey!  I might need them someday!  Add to my own disorganization, three male species of various ages with their own crap to add to the mix.  I'm screwed!

 

"NO MORE!" I say.  "STOP THE INSANITY!"

 

I have decided that the first step to my newfound independence is to love my home.  I don't need it to be spotless, I don't need it to be uber-organized.  Let's face it, I'm not going to develop OCD overnight!  But I'm going to weed out.  I don't think my 17-year old is going to wake up one morning and say "I really feel like building with Legos today."  I think it's okay for me to get rid of some of the things that we surely do not need anymore.  My kiddo is growing up, it's time for me to do the same.  Well, to some degree.  I still like to make fart noises under my armpits.