"Me Me, your car kind of looks like that show Hoarders."
That's a line that you never want to hear from your 6-year-old nephew.
In my defense, my car isn't THAT bad. Just look past the pile of reusable grocery bags and six half-empty plastic water bottles (and, yes, I see the irony in the previous words) and push the three jackets out of your way and take a seat!
However, that one line did more than anything else to convince me to start being more diligent about keeping up with the housework.
I just hate cleaning and clutter doesn't bother me that much - or even really at all.
I've tried different systems, downloaded organizing programs and lectured myself but the motivation rarely sticks past a weekend of heavy cleaning.
So, as much as I hate to do this...I'm going to listen to my mother (please don't tell her) and start with the small tasks. This is what she tells me at least once a month when I moan about how messy my house is.
I have always known my mom is one smart lady and my opinion was validated when I saw the quote below.
My mom and Henry Ford think alike. Go figure.
Wish me luck in this journey. I took the first step and moved my boxes of Christmas decorations from the dining room to the garage (next step is to con a brother-in-law into carrying them up the ladder to the attic).
Small jobs, people. Small jobs!
I probably won't blog about my progress - no one wants to hear about the bookcase I dusted or the stack of magazines I threw away - but I'll let you know if I come up with any great organizational tips. Don't hold your breath though!