(I had to look up whether it was "breached" or "breeched.")
Everywhere I look in my house, there is clutter. There is not a single flat surface anywhere in this house that doesn't have something on it. More likely than "something" is "a lot of somethings" and even occasionally "enough crap that the table/counter/dresser is bowing under the weight."
I could never be one of those people with hoarding disorder. When the crap builds up to a certain level, I snap. I start throwing things into the trash and the Goodwill pile with reckless abandon. Once we get to that point, I cannot be held responsible for my actions.
I've already cleaned the kitchen today, and I cleaned out the front hall closet. I'm about to attack the toyroom.
While BJ was home for lunch he helpfully put Mary Grace's Lego robot up.... on the mantle. And I snapped. "Are you kidding me? Really?"
I mean, it's a nice robot and all, but it certainly isn't something that needs to be displayed on the mantle like a trophy.
If you're reading this and you're BJ, I refer you to yesterday's post, posted this morning, and the second bullet point specifically.
It's just not fair - there are three of them (five, if you count the pets, which in this case you should) and one of me, and they can mess things up a LOT faster than I can clean.
So, if you're in the mood to clean and organize, come on over. Bring your shovel. And if I haven't come out within 24 hours, that probably means there was an avalanche. Send rescue. Chances are that I'm buried under a pile of Lego.