I am playing hermit this week; I haven't held a single newborn or shared a cup of joe with anyone. Nope. I have deemed this week the one where I clean out cabinets and find the floor in our 'computer' room (where clutter goes to rest). It is now Thursday and I have to admit that my house looks worse. There are stacks of papers, miscellaneous misplaced Christmas ornaments and craft supplies, all looking to find a home. I want to put it all back and go on pretending that my life is in order, but the boxes in my garage won't let me. So, I am buried in old letters, baby shoes and books - making tough decisions and making room for a little peace of mind.
How do you deal with clutter? Are there any fellow packrats out there?