I’m snapping out of yet another depressive run. I only slept till 10 AM this morning and got up before my “absolutely have to get up” alarm went off. That’s progress.
In these times, the house always gets out of control. I’m making yet another attempt, today, to jump start the house cleaning.
Unfortunately, I also jump to decluttering when I start the cleaning. The giant photo box that was under my desk for months is gone now and the cabinets under the sink in the living room are my new photo storage space.
I should explain that….
A little carved out space of our formal living room is made such that it is supposed to be a bar. It has a sink and a counter.
We don’t drink, so that space is useless to us. The sink goes months without being turned on.
However, the storage underneath has been home to mostly old books of mine for about a year and a half. It’s never used.
This newfound storage for my photo stuff does present the problem, though, of where to put a lot of the old stuff. Some of it is going by the wayside, and some of it I can’t get rid of. And some of it is Jared’s stuff, which means it’s never going anywhere because he never willfully gets rid of anything.
So, for now, I’ve created an even bigger mess in the formal living room.
All in the name of progress, though, right?
At least the dishes are done.