Every once in a while, you just have to knuckle down and do it. You know what I’m talking about. Stop pretending you don’t. No, I’m not talking about writing the Redaction Sequel, I’m talking about cleaning closets, garages, sheds and under the bed and getting rid of all the stuff you don’t use.
Yes, it is Spring Cleaning Time.
The stuff of nightmares.
Mine at least. And so it is with some trepidation that I look forward to my weekend. The garage beckons. So do the things that live in the garage (but that’s another post). Tomorrow with my hubby at my side (okay, I’ll actually be pushing him so he’s sacrificed first), we’ll venture into that forbidden territory where even our cars fear to tread (pun intended).
Now, I’ve heard of people who actually can park in their garages and I’ve seen, with my own two eyes, that some of them are organized, but I’m pretty sure these are the stuff of urban legends and hallucinations. A clean garage is like Never, never land–a complete fantasy.
My garage, even after it’s yearly clearing out, is done in the style I refer to as organized chaos. And it matches the rest of my house and my personality. It is the planet of my birth, the jam in my sandwich and the chocolate to my life.
So anyone offering to send an organizer to my house should know that I will visit a thousand plagues upon you for such sacrilege.
Wait! Where was I?
Oh, yes. Cleaning out the garage. There in the bowels of the room that shall not be entered unless armed with a flashlight and a sturdy pair of boots is a washing machine that will be repaired and restored to it’s proper place in the house, a broken TV that will along with a mattress set and recliner will be hauled to the curb for the city folk to pick up. There are 24 gallon bins of toys that the kids throw into the room so their rooms look clean. Then there are the stuff that I’ll finally decide I don’t need after ten years of collecting dust and will donate it to someone who will refurbish it and make me wish I kept it.
I will sort all the tools and for one day everyone in the house will know where to find them and I’ll realize I have a collection of 35 Phillips head screw drivers. Of course, when I go to use them, they’ll be gone–except for that skinny one that doesn’t work in any screws used in the US. And don’t get me started about all those spare parts that are just lying around, but I’m afraid to throw out because I’m sure I’ll need it someday. Those stay–don’t judge.
Just thinking about it makes me wish it was Sunday night:-)
I started laughing about your description of your garage and you enthusiasm in dealing with it. Then I remembered I have a shed just like it. May I suggest taking a rope and tying it around a fixed object outside the garage and the other end around your waist. Then you can always find your way out. We would hate to lose you. Beth always tells me to take the cell phone every time I have to get in the shed to find something.
Nice to know that I’m not the only one with such a place in their home. Unfortunately the rope is in the garage, somewhere. I will take my cell and a snack. You never know how long it will take to find my way out:)