If any of you noticed, I was MIA for most of last week. I did not even get on the internet from Friday until Monday. Not. Even. Once.
I don't know if it is my new medicine or hours upon hours of watching Clean House reruns.
I spent hours upon hours filling bag after bag with crap and clutter from all around my house. Lala felt like she was worked to the bone on Sunday, when we spent 12 solid hours decluttering every nook and cranny that had attracted junk for months years.
I took a quick look at things, one box (or basket or bag) at a time and quickly assessed if it was keep or toss. There were very few donate things involved, but those left are going to Goodwill soon. If I haven't missed it in a year (except photos), then out it went. Old cords? If I haven't needed them, I probably won't. If I needed them that badly, they have already been replaced. Old magazines, papers and just general junk went out, as did anything that was broken or in complete disrepair. Ten big, black trash bags (you know the ones) later, it was neat and clean.
And what do I have to show for it? A clean house, from one end to the other! It almost looks like Niecy Nash and her crew showed up to help me out.
Now if I can just keep it this way....