Before I was so rudely interrupted with a power outage and a burst pipe, I was working on a room that we have let get completely out of hand.

I vacillated with the idea of even sharing this room with you.  Clothes and shoes and bags and miscellaneous stuff everywhere.

And not for nothing, but what is Caroline’s wig from Halloween doing on the elliptical??

Wait a minute – there’s an elliptical in this room??

Sigh.

A little history here:  this room was really a bedroom at one time, and technically still is.  Eventually our wish is to have a master bedroom / walk in closet / mac-daddy master bathroom.  But this front room has become Sean’s and my closet.  A room that Mac as endearingly dubbed The Stuff Room.

Honestly that dub is not at all far from the truth.  This room not only became our closet, but a catch-all for stuff.

Even with the best intentions, sometimes it is so difficult to stay neat and tidy.  Organization isn’t always easy, but late last week, I had reached my limit.  I had to crack the whip on myself and on Sean.  This room needed major attention.

So I got a garbage bag and got to work.  I started with the dresser, weeding through the thousands of tiny papers, wrappers, magazines, and unmatched socks.  And the more I organized, the more embarrassed with myself I got.  But I am human.

I conquered the dresser, and turned my attention to the elliptical.  Caroline’s Halloween wig went in the Halloween box in the attic, and the clothes that I was too lazy to refold and put away, got refolded and put away.

Sean got to work on his side, and tidied up the best way a straight-man-that-has-never-worked-retail can do.  Hey, beggars can’t be choosers.

And now we have a little order to this room.  Perhaps now, when guests come over, we won’t need to close the door so no one enters.  We won’t have to “closet our closet mess.”

Who wants to take bets with me on how long it will stay tidy?  Hey, maybe every home needs a room like this?  It’s not much, but it’s a start..