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An Uncluttered Life

I recently read a book where one of the characters was described as having "an uncluttered life."  I admit I was a little jealous.  With four children I have given up on having my home be clean the way I would like it.  I would have to run around the house all day like a crazy person, and I would not get to do any of my "fun" things.  But still, sometimes I look around and I hate the messiness of it all.  Of course, I would not trade away any of the things/people that make my life cluttered, and so obviously I need to change my perspective so I can stop having panic attacks about my dirty windows, dusty surfaces, and cluttered floors.  One thing I thought of doing was posting about each room and the clutter in it, and what that clutter meant to me.  As in, why it was worth it to me to have it.

Today I am in my bedroom, which is actually my least "cluttered" room because it is in a way my sanctuary from the rest of it.  Still, there are some interesting things here like:

1.  One Ceramic Bunny - This bunny is the same bunny my brothers chased me around the house with when I was little because I was sooo afraid of it.  I got it out for Easter about two days before Easter (Easter always sneaks up on me) and so I decided I would leave it out longer.  Of course, April is almost over now, so I guess I should put it away soon.  Still, every day my children move it because they like to look at it.  They love that I was frightened of it when I was little.  It's so innocuous looking.

2.  A box full of white leotards - These are costumes for my upcoming dance performance.  The toy soldiers are wearing white leotards, and red pants, with a little red sash-like piece.  The performance is getting close now, and so I am busy convincing myself that it will all come together in the end.  I will breath easier when it is past, and has gone well for all those little dancers who are looking forward to it.

3.  A box of Costco diapers -  Size 5!!!  Already.  That boy is getting so big.

4.  Justin's Spanish scriptures - These used to be on the bookshelf, but Spencer likes to eat them, so they have been moved.

5.  A glass of water - I leave glasses of water about the house.  I don't like really cold water, but I do like it filtered.  So, I usually pour it and then come back to it later.  Unfortunately, Justin often follows behind me dumping them out.  He is afraid they will spill all over something important.

6.  A book titled "The Future of Boards" - Justin checked this out from the school library.  I've only seen him read it once.  I don't know why.  The title seems sooooo riveting.

7.  One princess shoe, one rattle, one teenage mutant ninja turtle, one comb, and other sundry toys - These have their own shelf.  They aren't really played with in this room since toys are not exciting next to getting into Mom and Dad's stuff.  They are more likely things left behind when the kids dropped their toys to steal something better.

The end.  Not very exciting.  My other rooms have much better clutter.  We'll see if I keep up.


  1. "The Future of Boards"--LOL!
    I love the idea and concept of "an uncluttered life." Easier said than done, but it's something nice to work towards, right?


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