My very own little Mayberry is enjoying a flurry of Christmas parties and neighbors are exchanging lovely gifts of cookies and quick breads. What’s a girl to do if she’s been fighting the middle age frump since she was 28 years old and getting through the rest of the month without monumental weight gain will be challenging?
For 33 consecutive days the number one item on my daily “To Do” list has been “spend 20 minutes decluttering my house”. I sit at the computer for hours googling decluttering tips, but I haven’t actually gotten around to taking any action.
I don’t think anything has excited me this much since I completed the Music City Half Marathon. You will probably yawn and think “What’s the big deal?” If so, you probably have a cleaning service to clean up after you.
I don’t, and one of the most offensive areas in my home is my refrigerator. I try to clean it out once a month. I take out all the drawers and scour, scrub and pry loose all these alien substances that grow on the shelves. It’s my most dreaded chore.
My frustration level reached a new high yesterday as I frantically rummaged through my utensil drawer looking for my vegetable peeler. Where the *%@# was that sneaky little bugger that always seems to be on the top of the pile?. It was no where to be found.