This is me - procrastinating again!

So its a lovely sunny day, but very windy and cooold...for summer, that is. Not even shorts weather, as I just discovered on a quick jaunt out to the local hardware store (literally at the end of the block - how handy is that?). So the weather is sucky, which is probably good for my purposes, because I am seriously avoiding the huge mess that is my study...which also doubles as a second living room. All summer I've been dumping bins and boxes and piles of crap in there - stuff I shoud've sorted out in June, things that are currently homeless in our too-tiny house, books without shelves, out of season clothes that were meant to go into storage - clearly I can just unpack those right now! Al the little bits of detritus from each and every trip I made this summer, which, if you read the previous post, you will note is a lot of trips. If it weren't so darn embarrassing, I'd post a picture...

So now I'm home and almost in a mindset to clean. I have this hateful relationship towards cleaning. I am a slob, and so are R and X. There's no other way to put it. Introduce 10 - 20 new books a week, plus a gadzillion magazines and newspapers, a dog, 3 cats (all indoor), a rabbit and a mouse. In a 1912 house that was falling apart when we got it, with all the inherent dust and mould and crumbling bits...It gets to be a disaster. And I do try to keep on top of it, but I never seem to get there. So every 4 - 6 weeks I go manic and begin a massive clean and de-clutter. I have to be in the right mindset, and I can't force it, or it becomes worse - I just move things around randomly. I need to pick teeny sections and completely clean them and move on to the next. I'm almost proud to say that the kitchen has been at about 80% decluttered all summer, likewise for our family room - main living space containing tv, computer, toys, elliptical and most anything else we do day to day. Except I haven't been able to tame the toys. Xander's room has fallen to severe mould (yes, we're moving eventually but that's another story). So he's in our room and his toys are...everywhere.

I digress. I'm almost ready to clean that huge cesspit of a room, but have not quite got there. It'll probably involve a couple of almost all-nighters, as I am definitely more productive at night.

Okay - I go to survey the situation. Maybe next time I write, I'll have conquered a corner or 2!