I've got this nesting thing going on lately. Everywhere I look, I see clutter. I hate clutter. I am a true believer in "A place for everything and everything in its place".
Yesterday, I threw on my old clothes and sneakers and opened up the crawl space doors. I dislike the crawl space and usually make Mr. Schmitty deal with it. But he was unavailable and I was itching to organize. And seeing as its my nature to be impatient, I decided to suck it up and get to work.
The crawl space is about four foot something high, so I can stand, but I need to duck my head and bend my shoulders forward. It does wonders for my aching back. It is also damp and dusty and usually triggers a slight allergy attack. I pulled out all bags, boxes, and containers, as quickly as possible to minimize my sneezing and to avoid traction.
I was also afraid I would see one of these:
When I was finished, I climbed out and began to make piles. Keep. Toss. Sell. You know, like that show.
I told the kids that they could split the money made on any toys we sold at a garage sale. They all want the new DSi. I figured that was a great
Yea, well, I'm a dunce. The minute they started seeing some of the old toys, which I must say were in great shape, they started yelling, "I want that! I love this!"
Now, my crawl space is spotless, except maybe for these:
The rest of my house? EPIC FAIL!