But last night, I started to organize like a mad woman.
We were still at about 60% for our "Operation Get Rid of all This Crap" and had totes and piles and bags of toys scattered throughout our basement. It was The Pal's comment of, "Are you ever gonna finish this? 'Cuz you know what's gonna happen? It'll be December 23rd and we'll be scrambling to get the house clean and we'll just end up shoving it right back into the cellar."
And you know what?
He was spot on. That IS what would totally happen if I didn't get my behind in gear!
So, when the hubs popped in a movie for the kiddos (they have an unplanned day off...more on that later...) I decided to tackle the mess. At about the time a mouse scampered through the living area downstairs, much too close to Hambone for his liking ("Mom, I seriously almost peed my pants.") I had reached about 85%. That, coupled with the rodent amongst us, prompted me to call it a night.
I went upstairs, content to make it to bed early, when the sty that is our room just got to be too much. And tackle it I did. At 10:30 p.m. I had tossed something out the door, nearly smacked the Mr. and he proclaimed, "I'm getting out of your way! I don't wanna stop this!" (It's not too often that the cleaning bug strikes me.)
And so, the moral of the story is: "When the cleaning bug bites, scratch that itch."
Scratch it I did...and today, I'll scratch it some more!