Wednesday was supposed to be a work day for me but about 10:30 Tuesday night, son #3 started rejecting everything he had eaten in the last 24 hours. The stomach flu had made its arrival at our house. Yeah. *sarcasm*
So Wednesday, I stayed home with Bubba James as he overdosed on cartoons in between naps. I wisely decided not to participate in the overindulgence and, instead, found a couple of projects to work on. Namely this:
Blech. The first spot was full of stuff we pulled out of Isaac's new room when we painted a few weekends ago. The second spot is a dangerous catchall. You know - that spot you set things "just for now", promising yourself you'll "take it upstairs with you next time and put it away." Except "next time" never comes. *sigh* Well, anyhow, I plunged in and 15 minutes later the spots looked like this:
So. much. better. And did you notice above where I said it only took me 15 minutes! I'd been putting off cleaning these two spots and all it took me was a lousy 15 minutes to clean them up. So, so sad...
But now I was on a roll so I decided to tackle this spot (I hope you're ready for this):
Yikes! This is supposed to be a closet. A closet that I seriously just cleaned about 2 months ago. But everyone in my family seems to think that, because the closet has a door on it, it is ok just to throw junk in there. Don't know where to put something? Let's throw it in the closet! *BIG sigh*
But I put on my rubber gloves (not - I can't stand wearing rubber gloves) and dove into the abyss with a vengeance. And hour later I arose victorious and it looked like this (cue peaceful music and chirping birds):
Ta-da! What a difference! Just in case you didn't catch it, here's a before/after comparison:
It's spring and I can feel the spring-cleaning juices flowing. Purge and Conquer, I declare!!
I am linking up with A Slob Comes Clean: March Decluttering Update .