Spring Fever

My definition of Spring Fever isn’t a trip to some tropical location full of partying school kids. My definition of Spring Fever is me being so overcome by the Clutter Monster I decide to fight back.

I can only hope that somehow, maybe through divine intervention I can lay that monster to rest once and for all.

I have a new incentive.

‘Fawndear,’ I said to myself, ‘You can’t touch your laptop and go play with your blog friends until you get your room clean.’ Now doesn’t that sound like something a nice responsible mother would say. So everyday before I check my blog and blog friends I have to de-clutter one area (be it a room or teeny-tiny drawer).

But wait, it get’s better.

Since clutter breeds at an alarmingly rapid pace around these parts I also said to myself.

‘Fawndear.’

‘Yes, myself.’

‘Don’t you think it would be a good idea to tidy those beautiful, wonderfully clean, de-cluttered area’s before you sit down to your brain-sucking device?’

‘Well self, that would be the ideal now, wouldn’t it? However, that would make me Supermom and I don’t know if I can live up to that fairytale.

‘Self.’

‘Yes, Fawndear.’

‘You do know that being the Perfect Mom is a Myth – don’t you? Newsweek even said so.’

‘Yes.’

‘But every now and then you can give it the good old college try.’

‘What’s the good old college try?’

‘Don’t know, it just sounded like a good thing to say. You know mommy-wisdom. Sound profound even when you aren’t.’

So I decided to be Holly Homemaker for a couple of days this week. Donned my beautiful mommy apron and string of Mother’s Day beaded love that my little princess’s made me and I got to work.

Ready for some more before/after stuff? Well you’re going to get it regardless. My front room before…

And after…

It was previously de-cluttered so it didn’t take me to long to tidy.

Next is the dreaded entryway. The place where you drop everything the moment you walk into the house.

And after the magically happy mom cleans it. Hope can’t help but dance with glee (and secretly think that now there are wonderful new places to stash her toys).

And for the last place I pretended to be perfect. The dreaded kitchen table. You know, the place your supposed to feed kids and what-not. I don’t think we’ve sat down to eat there in a week. Usually I just throw down their paper plates piled in food on the floor so they can lap it up like barn animals.

Behold… I even threw in a tablecloth.

Lasted all of one meal. But it was a beautiful meal. I guess I should get those hideous clear vinyl sheets to put over it so I just wipe up the spills.

And since our kitchen is forever in the remodel, redneck stage I knew I would just have to tackle the clutter monster as he resided on one of the couple of feet left of counter space that is still standing. I know that sentence didn’t make any sense but who cares? Not me, I’m on a clutter vanquishing quest.

So the after is a bit better. But I know I still need to find a new home for Mr.. Quaker Oat’s man.

And since we are in the kitchen and I’ve just uncovered a bit of counter space. Why not attempt an idea I saw in Family Fun Magazine.

So I did, since it was Evo-man’s birthday this last week. Here’s my out-of-tune version of the above cake. Straight lines are so-overrated anyway.

Hey, it’s better than my first attempt.

Now I’m off to clean the girls room. Their wardrobe is in dire need of a make-over.

Tune in next week for the adventures of Super-mom as she contemplates clearing out the cobweb infested alcove, and filling it with a magical fairy tree house.

I just love Spring Fever. Hopefully I won’t recover from it anytime soon.