This is my story of the nightmare I walked into yesterday, The last few years I've prided myself on how well I've been keeping to my cleaning schedule but I have something to confess to you. While on the surface my house may seem clean it's only been an illusion. That's right an illusion.
Yesterday - I had errands to do and while I was at my last errand I locked my keys in my car. Thank goodness it wasn't that far from the house just about a 2 mile walk. Well I decided instead of calling for road side assistance I would walk home to get the spare keys. After walking home in the wet, cold weather I proceeded to look for my spare keys. I kept looking, and looking and I came up empty handed. I couldn't find my keys to save my life.
I stood there for a few minutes looking around my house and my house seemed to be in order - sinks where shinning, dishes where in the dishwasher, a load of laundry was ready to be switched, floors were swept. How could it be that the more I dug around for my keys I felt like my house was in disorder and why wasn't I able to find my keys. After all I have done everything the Fly Lady said to do.
Then I realized my house was only cleaned on the surface. All those closets and drawers and fancy boxes where filled to the brim with clutter. Uggh what can I say people I felt left down.
So I've decided to do something really drastic I heard of a challenge last year called the 48 bags in 48 days. It's where you take one bag a day and get rid of all the clutter, all the things that you are holding onto but don't need to be holding on to. I am in the process of going through all those nasty hiding grounds that clutter seems to be lurking and taking a big green bag with me to get rid of it all.