I should be cleaning my bedroom. You have no idea how badly I need to clean my room. I would take a picture to prove how bad a state my bedroom is currently in but I am too ashamed to let you see it. Just imagine boxes everywhere, then put a pile of half folded clothing on top of those boxes, two boxed up wardrobe doors, two bags still not unpacked from my recent last minute holiday and you will have an idea of how bad things are.
In my defence I have just given away one of the two free standing wardrobes I own(ed) and a blanket box to make room for my new fitted wardrobe that I have almost finished building. So I am not a complete slob. However, I do have charity peeps coming tomorrow to take the other wardrobe and a chest of drawers and some other bits coming to my house tomorrow morning so I should be cleaning and tidying like a loon.
So instead I am writing a blog post.
I have done some bits this morning, but I am being horrendously faffy. I have shredded some documents and gone through a big box of toiletries, which contains about 15 bottles of body cream, 9 half empty shampoo bottles (yet no conditioner) and makeup which I was given as a child and never use but can’t bring myself to throw out.
I have emptied the box onto the beds and made different piles but that’s about all I have managed.
A while ago I talked about the Marie Kondo folding and decluttering I was doing, and the fact I have too much stuff and this need to declutter is all a continuation of that. I have a tendency of bulk buying items to save money, which I then forget about and so never use, and that along with the house still not being finished so many things still not having a place to live, has me feeling a little like I am living with the walls closing in around me. So today Mum and I agreed that I would have the day at mine for me to sort my house (look at me finally finding me time) and instead I am writing a blog post. Oops.