Woke up foggy headed as I succumbed to the lure of post-cleaning beer the evening prior. Still couldn’t help but marvel a tiny bit at the progress so far. First and foremost, Mountain Dew. (Yes, it’s the breakfast of champions.) Checked my workout schedule, there is no biking on tap until tomorrow, so clearing a space for the trainer in the office can wait. This makes me happy, cause I don’t need any more distractions than I already have.
Work on rehydrating and getting some other minor things done around the house before heading back to the bedroom. (As much as I want to finish this project, I really don’t need everything else falling apart in the process.)
The next step was clearing off the top of the cedar chest and getting all those clothes into ACTUAL DRAWERS! This was slowed a bit by my midday run, which left me sitting on the couch repeatedly saying, “Ow.” I have to say I am quite impressed with the amount of clothes that I managed to stack on said cedar chest. But I perservered – and found the top of the cedar chest!!!! Ew. My there was a nice amount of dust and dog hair. Cleaned that up and congratulated myself and chose to ignore the fact that there were 2 baskets of clean laundry downstairs waiting to be put away.
Still ignoring the clean laundry, I decided to take on the double dresser, focusing on the unseen. I’ve done enough visually appealing things, I wanted those drawers organized. I opened the top two to discover that they had become the home for some assorted nightclothes and things that had fallen off the top of the dresser. (When you see pictures of the top of the dresser, you will understand.) Got those cleared out and now my workout socks have a nice big drawer all to themselves. T-shirts have their own drawer. Sweatshirts have their own drawer. Then I got distracted by hunger and took a break.
Back at it and soon everythinig has it’s own drawer. Running shorts & tights! Technical shirts! Sports Bras! (OK, that drawer is empty because I apparently wore my last clean one when I went out and tried to kill myself earlier in the day.)
I continue to ignore the two baskets of clean clothes and move on to the highboy, which was filled with a tangle of bras and underwear and such. Dump it all on the bed and start sorting and folding. As I am folding my underwear (yes, you read that right) I realize that I have obviously lost my mind, but I can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe if I get this room well and duly cleaned up and organized, I might actually be able to maintain it.
I’m already feeling a bit brighter about life in general looking around the room. Even though I can’t see the insides of the drawers, just knowing they’re all neat and organized makes me just a little happier.
I finally stopped ignoring the clean clothes and got those put away and called it a night.