Dream On - Hypocrite No More.

Here we are again, back at the clutter accountability. So this week my huge clutter challenge room was the Hypocrite’s room or the Master Nightmare Bedroom. Why hypocrite? Because, as a mom I’m constantly NAGGING my kids to clean their rooms, pick up their toys, remind them where the laundry hamper and trash can’s are located in their rooms, and yet who has the messiest bedroom in the house? ME!!!!! How can I expect them to do something I have a hard time doing myself?

Every day, all the left-over, still to be finished projects of clean but unfolded laundry and paperwork make it up to my room so that I can tackle it before bed. I never quite make it through and little by little the clutter creeps back and soon you can’t tell if there is even a bed in the room. We usually toss everything into the baby cradle overnight and pile it back on the bed in the morning. Soon the piles start multiplying and then take up every corner and before you know it – the door has a hard time opening.

Someday I’ll figure out how to fold clothes straight from the dryer and put them immediately away. This week I made great progress, but there is still loads of room for improvement.

Well, Mommy Hypocrite can’t call herself a hypocrite anymore. At least for the time being. Wahoo!!!

Somewhere I heard that your bedroom is supposed to be your sanctuary, your oasis, your doorway to peace and quiet (only if you have a deadbolt two year olds can’t penetrate), the meditation get-away, a place that reflects your inner soul. – Mine was anything but that. Unless it represented everything wrong in my life and that’s not a happy thought.

So here goes the Horror Before Pictures followed by the Simplistic After.

The piles on the bed obscure the view of the door stopping piles on the floor. Notice in the after picture the cradle filled with clothes is missing. It was hard to do, but the cradle had to go into storage for a while because it was too much of a clutter magnet to remain in the bedroom.

View #2 I won't go into detail but I think the clutter monster was digging in for this beauty of a picture.

Are you sure this is the same room? Why yes, it is. I know it's a bit sparse looking. I'll work on that a bit after the whole house gets simplified. Ya know someday we may even pony up the big buck and buy a bedroom set. Maybe after all the artists other than myself grow up and move out.

You can't tell from here but the books on my bedside table are 'The Explosive Child' (Kind of fitting don't you think) and Simplify - a guide to caring for the soul and living the life that reflects your priorities.

Third and final view - I know your relieved not to have to view this nightmarish scenario any more.

Prince Erik even agreed to move his computer monitor from off the top of the dresser. What a nice guy.

So as I was finishing off the room Princess came in and said, 'Wow'! I of course, thought she would then say something to the effect of the room looking great, but no. She then proceeded to say, 'You really need to decorate this place.' - - Someday!

I can tell you without a doubt that this Fawndear will sleep a lot better tonight knowing that she is no longer a cleaning hypocrite! My very own little B.A.B. friend who normaly sleeps with whichever girl needs mom's love the most at night might just decide to stay in my room with me.

Update: The girls room from last week is still clean and clutter free. We spend about 5 minutes right before bed putting stuff away and picking up and it's a good as last week. Yahoo!