I'm considering (okay, I've been aware of it for a while) that I need to clean out my closet and drawers.
This will be a fairly big job. As it is, I can't fit my clothes in my drawer set anymore. I figure there has to be a ton of stuff I haven't been getting to for a while now so yeah. Tonight might be the dreaded night.
Amity is about to get a huge donation.
Of course, there will be the 'trying on of clothes that may not fit anymore' - I see tears in the works.
Bob's out tonight for business so this is the best time - I can do this at my own pace without worrying that Bob needs to get to bed. Then there will be the need to walk away every 20 minutes or so to keep my sanity.
I can do it.
Bob woke up the other day to discover all his clothes had not only been washed but hung up in his closet. I couldn't take the sea of clothes all over the library room bed. In one day he has managed to leave a suit case, a hanger and some other stuff on the bed again. Looks like I'll have to be the one in there moving stuff to it's proper place.
You know, I should hide his stuff. Then he'll be calling for things and I can say stuff like 'oh, I put that in the oven the other day as it seemed as good a place as any'.
Course, I'm not sure I'll be happy to hear how my books became mulch for the backyard since they weren't in their beautiful bookcases.
Some wars are never meant to be waged and this is obviously one of them!