I know there was a reason I entered the “guest room of terror.” Oh yeah, was going to spend 10 minutes clearing a few things out and stuffing more stuff into the closet. I can do it. I think I’ll start with the pile on the rocking chair. There’s Grandma’s old crock bowls. I forgot I stuck them in this box while we were having a graduation party. I’d better put them back on the shelf in the dining room.
This is where my plan goes awry. Things begin to disintegrate rather quickly from here on. I carry the bowls innocently into the dining area. There are still multitudes of pictures of our graduate from over a year ago and decorations from the party on the bookshelf. The grandkids and I have stacked books and crayons and coloring pages and puzzles on the third shelf and there is a mixture of Mary Kay makeup samples, card games, cd’s and empty cases from a multitude of items strewn across all of the flat surfaces. Hmmm. This looks disgusting and cluttered. Guess I’ll clean it up. So, I start sorting and throwing away and stacking excess pictures and putting the grandkids’ toys in the toy area of the “guest room of terror” and before I know it, I’ve cleared the shelves where the crock bowls used to go…hmmm…there’s that oak treadle sewing machine table Mom gave us sitting by the kitchen bar…it’s in the way and looks silly there. I know…I could move this clutter gatherer of a book shelf and put it over here.
And so it continues, I move the shelf put the sewing machine table there…now where do I put the shelf? How about in our bedroom in that one corner that has the exercise machine we never use standing in it. Yup, that works. Of course I have to rearrange a few thing to fit it in there, but it looks okay so I haul the pictures and books in there and dust things off and yup, it looks good. Back to the dining room. You know, if I put the old oak dresser on that wall and the sewing machine table there and turn the dining table and rug, I bet I could get my old oak rocker out and set it in the corner. So, off I go after the rocker and then begin the process of twisting, dragging and shoving things into place. Yeah, that works. It even looks kind of snazzy…except the grandkids’ picture frame. The pictures are outdated. It will drive me nuts to sit in my rocker and know the pictures hanging over my head are not the most current adorable ones.
I tromp to the office and get the pictures. Well, as long as I’m dragging pictures, scissors and tape out, I might as well get that new collage frame we got last Christmas and fill it up. That takes another hour or so in between putting laundry in and hanging it out and putting things in the camper that I think about because I had to go out and get the vacuum, and talking to the egg delivery lady and answering the phone. There. I’m done. It looks different and not as cluttered…yet.
I head back to the “guest room of terror” ….and shut the door.