Yes, I seem to be obsessed with cleaning. I’m also sick of it too and we’re not out of January. There has to be a better way to clear out loads of stuff you’ve accumulated over the year(s) then by sorting it into piles. And for those of you who say don’t accumulate it, there’s a fork over there go sit on it and spin.
Back to the piles.
There’s pile to keep, to store, to recycle, and to shred.
Lots of piles everywhere. It takes up my bed and smooshes together so that I have to resort all again. (If you’re going to recommend bins, see fork comment above).
What’s worse is I find my husband’s pile sorting irritating. More irritating than my piles probably because I know I still have to go through his to pare it down.
Piles. Piles. Piles. I’ve never found hidden money in the piles, although I did find an oreo and cat toys.
I’ve never found a winning lottery ticket worth millions.
I’ve found bills I couldn’t find when I needed to pay them. Oops:D
And I’ve found report cards from my daughter’s kindergarten.
Yep, I’ve found lots of things, but mostly I’ve found more piles.
And then I learned that piles is an archaic reference to hemorrhoids.
Suddenly piles of stuff isn’t so bad:D