No matter how hard we try, it never goes away, at least not permanently! There are lots of reasons.... we are busy women with jobs outside the home, little bitty kids, commitments like PTA, volunteering, groceries/cooking, the list goes on. And who wants to go around everyday picking up after everybody else? June Cleaver doesn't live here anymore!
It's a slow process of accumulating clutter until we finally snap and take an entire weekend (or longer) to CLEAN UP THIS MESS! We browbeat and coerce our entire family into getting things put away or thrown out. Until the next time!
Have you ever noticed that when you get into one of these whirlwind moods, a very large proportion of the clutter you are dealing with belongs either to your children or your husband! (I don't know what happens in non-traditional families, so for purposes of this post, I'll stick with the model of mom, dad, 2 1/2 kids, and assorted creatures.) Anyway the point is lots of husbands and kids seem incapable of taking care of their own things! The leave things whereever they land! It grows and grows until it builds up to the point that there is not one clear space anywhere you look and YOU CAN'T STAND IT ANYMORE!
I came across an article the other day that finally explains this phenomenon! It's an affliction that nearly all children have. Most of the girls grow out of it, but the boys NEVER seem to get over it. A full grown adult male has had the condition for his whole life and probably isn't even aware of it. This condition is similar to "tunnel vision" in that it relates to what the eye sees....or in this case, does NOT see! It's called "Clutter Blindness" and it means that those who have it literally cannot see the mess! I don't know how this is possible. They should be walking into the things if they can't see them, but like drunks and fools, someone is watching over them and steering them around safely! I'm the only one tripping over his
If you accept this theory (and I by no means expect it of you!) then you have to take an enormously deep breath, count to 10 (or a hundred), and get over being angry about it. Let it go.....it's not their faults, the poor dears! They have clutter blindness. We might even have to forgive them, after all they are disabled!
"invisible" male-generated clutter and toss it out the front door on to the lawn. Let it look like the "Eve of Destruction" OUTSIDE, NOT IN MY HOUSE!
Thank you. I feel better now.