For the past few days I have been "decluttering" my house. And I must admit I'm disappointed.
Anyone who's ever dropped by the old Desperate homestead know that yours turly is not exactly a fanatic when it comes to housekeeping. Good Lord, what a waste of time. When I could be watching "Law and Order" reruns or staring vacantly into space? Please.
But something sparked a decluttering spree a few days ago. I forget what. Maybe I thought I would find a pile of cash or my old iPod Touch. Whatever it was, it got me going. And now I'm finding it hard to stop.
Check this out:
Kitchen junk drawers-- DONE! All five of 'em!
Laundry room- DONE! (Note to self, stop buying gallon-sized Windex. Have six.)
Bathroom cabinets- DONE! (Note #2 to self: stop buying makeup. Or buy three new faces, either one.)
This may not sound like a lot of decluttering but trust me, it filled many a trash bag.
So now in addition to staring vacantly into space I have a new pastime: staring at my cleared-out kitchen drawers. Which, I have concluded, is nowhere near as satisfying as all those decluttering articles led me to believe it would be.
Moral of the story: if you get the urge to declutter, go on and do it, but it is not the path to inner peace. I still think that lies with the "Law and "order" reruns. You might be a slob, but hey, at least you're no mass murdered.