Me, that's who.
And loving it.
Today I should have ironed my customary two baskets of clothes, helped at kindy for a few hours, and gone to the dentist. I should have done a few hours worth of work from home, and made a whole heap of 'phone calls.
Instead, I turned my phone onto silent, and cancelled everything. I logged off everything, and put some tunes on the stereo.
And I got ruthless.
Black bin bag in hand, I sought to get busy and get ruthless with some serious declutter activity.
As is so often the way when a visit from parents in law is imminent, I see crap and clutter everywhere through this whole house, and it makes me shitty.
For the past week or so I have found myself getting cranky in my kitchen with the amount of crap that seems to just be in my way.
(It will come as no surprise to anyone that yes, cleaning is a form of control. Cleaning and decluttering become my method of exerting a semblance of power?)
So, I became a ruthless bitch and dealt with -
- Every kitchen cupboard
- The pantry
- The cupboard under the sink. (How many green scourers does one family not need? How may half empty bottles of spray and wipe that we don't ever use?!)
- The kitchen drawers. Even the third one down. (Which is actually neatly stacked with clean ironed tea towels and aprons...)
- The school note folder that sits under the microwave that is spilling out all over the bench with notes and canteen price lists from 2009.
- The craft basket that is spewing full of....crap. No other word for it - just crap.
In the end, I chucked out two big bin bags of stuff. If I don't love it, it's GONE.
I was chatting to the lovely Maxabella about this decluttering issue yesterday - we have a theory that the DE-cluttering of stuff is vital.
"There is nothing like a good declutter to restore the domestic mind. I secretly suspect that my mantra 'don't buy clutter in the first place' is doomed because if I didn't buy the clutter I wouldn't have anything to DE-clutter. It's good for the soul."
I feel better. I actually enjoyed preparing dinner in my kitchen again. I enjoyed coming home from the school run and surveying my ruthless work. I was, most definitely, calmer and less cranky this evening with the kids, in my zen space. One room down, eight to go.
How about you? Do you hoard? Love some artistic clutter? Or do you love to get ruthless and get rid?