I like to keep a clean, organized house. It’s a trait I inherited from my mom. In fact, I became a professional organizer because I like to organize so much. However, I have a confession to make…
Should you ever visit my house, please, please, please do not look into my laundry room. There is nothing clean or organized about it. In fact, it is a source of much pain in my house. There is so much mess in there, I have gated it off so my 2 year old cannot “enhance” the mess. The pain literally comes from the dozens of times I stub my toe each day stepping over the gate (did I mention my pantry is also in my laundry room?).
The sounds of disgust my poor husband makes as he tries to locate something in that mess are also quite painful. While the toe pain has not pushed me to change my ways in the laundry room, the sighs and cursing that follow my husband’s entrance into the room have.
So this is my new mantra: I must be ruthless.
The laundry room is the dumping ground for everything that doesn’t have a home yet – the piles of stuff that I’ll handle “later.” No more. I must be ruthless – if I can’t think of a home for something right away, it has to go. If it has been sitting in a pile in the laundry room for any amount of time without me needing it, it has to go. If I think I may need it “someday,” I’m boxing it up and putting it in the attic. If I haven’t gone up to the attic to get it down within the next year or so, it’s going.
In being ruthless, I’m realizing a dream. I’ve always wanted a mudroom in my home, and now with a 2 year old loving the outdoors, I need one. Moving several thing around in the laundry room will allow room for a bench with shoe storage right inside the back door to our home. Plus, I’ll be able to take down the gate to the laundry room, allowing my children free access to the room without fear of bodily harm.
It’s been a lot of fun being ruthless. We’re giving a lot of things away, packing things up, and returning things to where they belong. You should see the space it’s cleared up! It’s such a freeing feeling… I wish I had done this a long time ago!
I challenge you to be ruthless. Whether it’s a room in your house, a junk drawer, or even your over-crowded schedule, be ruthless with the things that do not belong there. Be ruthless with me – and be amazed at what happens!








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June 17, 2008 at 9:34 am
Audrey
I found your blog through the mommyfest site. It’s wonderful that all these weeks later, I’m still meeting others and finding great blogs.
We have moved so many times that I have continued to thin out, thin out and thin out some more. Each time we move, it’s either put it away, give it away or throw it away. We’ve been in this house a little over a year now and I believe I”m ready to thin it out again
June 23, 2008 at 2:26 pm
Veronica Krol
Isn’t being ruthless freeing? We just moved back into our own place after living with family (and having all of our belongings in storage) for over five years. If it wasn’t something I *needed* (clothing, furniture, kitchen equipment, etc) it wasn’t allowed over the threshold. It feels so good to have a clutter-free home, plus there’s the warm fuzzy feeling you get when donating large quantities of things that are high-quality, but un-needed. Good times.
August 8, 2008 at 9:40 am
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