I am not a fan of cleaning.  I love it when my house is clean and organized, but it never stays that way so I kind of consider cleaning a waste of time.  I feel like all my mom did when I was growing up was clean.  I remember her dusting a lot.  I hate dusting and rarely ever do it.  I have had the same can of Endust for about 3 or 4 years.  I will suck dust up with the vacuum, but the real dusting only happens about once every 6 months.  I’m desensitizing myself to my dust allergy.

One chore that I don’t mind is vacuuming.  I used to loath vacuuming until I got my Dyson about 5 years ago.  Now I kind of like it – I vacuum at least once a week, more if we have rice for dinner.

Every so often I have to face facts and realize that an area of our house has gotten completely out of control.  That are is almost always me and Ryan’s closet.  I don’t know what happens in there, but it looks worse than an episode of Hoarders – minus the rotten food, bugs and rodents.  Today was the day that I had to clean the closet.  I was starting to feel anxious when I had to get anything out of it since Ryan tore it apart last weekend looking for his golf shoes.  I can’t blame it entirely on him – it wasn’t looking great before, but his careless tossing of shoes and clothes made the closet unbearable.

Yeah, I don’t really have a lot to say for myself.  It’s ridiculous.  After 2 full hours of folding, hanging, tossing and fixing (I fixed the clothes bar – you can see that it came off the wall in the last picture, above) I had this to show for my work.

I also have this to take to Goodwill.

I admit that I should probably have a bigger pile, but I have a hard time throwing out clothes.  I still have a pair of socks from 7th grade and I still wear them.  I also have numerous pairs of TED Hose, from numerous stays in the hospital, that I completely despise and can say with almost 100% certainty that I will never wear again, but they are brand new and I can’t seem to throw them out.  Maybe I will run out of coffee filters and need to use them to make my morning cup of joe.  Or maybe I can make sock monkeys out of them for the kids.  Nothing says “I love you” like a hospital issued stuffed sock.

Considering I didn’t get rid of that much stuff, I’m pretty happy with how the closet looks.  At least I know that if we put our stuff back in it’s proper place, it will all fit nicely and stay organized.  I give us 4 weeks before it looks like a bomb exploded.