I hate to clean. I’m not exaggerating. I literally hate it. With that being said, it is probably alright to assume that I am not a neat and tidy person. I tend to pile things. Everywhere. On my dresser, nightstand, bookshelf, entertainment center, pretty much anywhere there is a free spot. I’ve been this way all my life. My mom says I am like her. I’m a “pilot”. I like to “pile it” here and “pile it” there. I will try to tidy up my piles, but always seem to fail.
This is the table next to my chair in the living room. No matter how many times I clean/tidy it up, it looks like this.
So my husband bought me this shelf thing that has 8 cubbyholes and 4 little fabric drawer things. It was supposed to give me more places to put my junk (my word, not his) and clean the house up a bit. Well, here is a picture of it.
Not too bad. Though maybe I should show you the top.
The top isn’t too bad. Though I just cleaned this up a few days ago. It was horrible before. My husband thinks I just have too much stuff. I try to go through it every now and then, but I REALLY hate throwing things away. Even when I find stuff we don’t need anymore, I save it, in hopes that I can have a yard sale eventually. Maybe I should seek professional help. It appears I have a problem.