Ha, I’m trying to say that without laughing scornfully at myself. I will only ever be a Domestic Goddess in my dreams, or would that be nightmares?
I am the polar opposite of a Domestic Goddess. They do say though, that intelligent people have messy houses. I’m an intelligent Goddess then. My house resembles my brain. Completely crammed to the brim with new and exciting ideas. Well, junk, in the case of my house.
Actually, it’s not all junk. There’s toys; baby toys, toddler toys, boy toys, girl toys, toys everywhere. There’s clothes (and Jim has more than the rest of us combined). There are more shoes than I know what to do with. Don’t even get me started on the coats.
With so much stuff and so little space (we live in a 3 bed semi) I need to get cracking on decluttering and organizing (and getting rid of stuff we don’t need). I’ve made a big start already. In the 6 weeks since Anwen was born I’ve sent 5 black bags to the charity shop, countless black bags to the skip and sold an infinite amount of things on eBay. But there’s still so much more to get rid of.
I’m trying to tackle it in an organized manner… concentrating on one type of item at a time but more often than not I end up concentrating on a single room or area.
I like lists, so I have a list of areas that need focusing on attached to my living room door. This inspires me. When I have a spare 10 minutes I’ll pick a small area and when I know I have a little longer, I’ll choose a big one.