I was never the kid with the clean room.
My preferred method of cleaning has always been the squirrel method – shove everything into a box/under the bed/into a closet/out of sight and deal with it later. Except later rarely, if ever, comes.
My closet has been a real issue since I moved to this apartment. When I moved out of my house and downsized to my first “single lady” apartment, I had an offsite storage unit to keep all of my excess crap in. When I moved to Minnesota, I had a one bedroom + den, so all the excess crap lived in the den. But now I have a one bedroom. And it’s a one bedroom that was built in the early 1900s, so there isn’t much excess storage space. And my closet…
I hate doing laundry, but even more than that, I hate folding and putting away my clothes. I usually have a pile of clean clothes and a pile of dirty clothes hanging out on my floor. Yes, I live like a disorganized college student for the most part. And over the course of the last 2 years, every stitch of clothing I own has migrated to my closet floor. Oh, I would occasionally go spelunking in there for that one shirt I really wanted to wear this week, but for the most part, I just did my best to keep the door closed and the laundry beast at bay.
That has been changing over the last couple of weeks. I pulled all of the clothes out of my closet and made piles in my bedroom. The bed was covered in clothes I was keeping. The big pile at the end of the bed was all of my extra sheets and towels (Hey! I have extra sheets and towels!). There was the big pile of shoes in the middle of the floor – including the fuzzy boots I’ve been looking for all winter. Just inside my doorway was the pile that I
was am going to donate to charity. Plus there was all of the bonus, what in the heck is this doing in here stuff that I uncovered. Like a package of jelly jars. For canning. I have no idea why those were in my bedroom closet.
I spent two nights sleeping on the loveseat in my living room, as I couldn’t see the mattress on my bed. During the evenings, I washed, dried and hung up or folded laundry. After 6 loads of laundry, I was able to eke out a twin-sized space for me to sleep, with one cat choosing to sleep on my back and the other nestled between my legs. After another 2 days, my bed was clear.
I can see floor in my closet. I have 4 oversized garbage bags of clothing to donate. I still have one monster pile of sheets, towels and other random bedding that I will take care of at the laundromat (can you say oversized machines?) this weekend.
And I have learned my lesson. My closet is never getting this out of control again!