Well, I finally got sick of the dirt. I started at the back door yesterday morning at 8. Cleaned every nook and cranny. Baseboards. Trim. Everything but the windows. Sorted. Filled garbage bags. Mopped. Steam-cleaned. Put all of the stuff we had piled up in it's place. And, oh boy, there were lots of piles!
John had a meeting at 2 yesterday, so I stopped at 1. Then this morning, I got up and started on the sunroom/family room. Four hours later, bliss. I sorted toys mainly. And filled a couple of huge boxes to donate. Tomorrow, it's the girls' room - last time it took me eight hours. Yeah, I let it get that bad. But I am gonna throw most of it away and donate - because we have too much stuff and I am sick of the mess and the chaos and doing laundry all of the time.
I've broken my addiction to thrift shopping. Just because it's a bargain, doesn't mean I need it! And after sorting through all of the toys and games today that never get played with, I was a little ashamed of myself. But I'm over it now and am just gonna keep on cleaning!