my dirty (not so) little secret

My alarm goes off every morning at 4:00 a.m.  I usually hit snooze a couple times, but I’m sitting at the computer sometime between 4:30 and 4:45 every morning.

Although it’s early, I look forward to this little sliver of “me” time.  I get my coffee, go up to the office, and start writing.  I love being alone in my little space.

Except that it looks like this:

and this…

This office has become the dumping grounds for just about anything.  Notice the training potty.  I didn’t even realize that was in here until I took the picture.

When we are frantically trying to clean up before a party or a playdate or before friends come over, whatever doesn’t get put away in time gets thrown into the office.

And then I go through periods where I save things because I am living in some delusional fantasy world where I think I will do craft projects with the kids.  I just recycled  about 50 egg cartons and 100 toilet paper and paper towel rolls.  Yes, that’s right, I just threw a bunch of shit away, and the office still looks like this.

There might even be a kid I forgot about buried somewhere underneath all this crap.

Forget a reality show about a big family… If I don’t get a handle on this soon, I’m going to end up in an episode of Hoarders.

This is officially out of control.  I want a nice, girly, pretty office, where I feel organized and peaceful and calm.  By September 1st.

There.  I’ve put it out there.  Let the cleaning begin.