Cleanliness next to Godliness?? Not in my room!

I have never been the cleanest person in the world, per say. When I was living in a house with several other people, I made sure to clean up after myself in the common areas, but my room was a mess. Now here I am, a grown woman, living in a small bedroom with a little kid, and my room couldn't be messier. There is some order to this chaos though, I know where everything is when I need it. I have a huge king bed that I can only sleep on half of. That is actually an improvement because when G used to climb in bed I only got a quarter of the sleeping area, if that! 

I really want it to be clean. For a while I actually was doing pretty good at keeping it semi clean. Lately though I just don't have the will to do it. My sister would call me lazy. It's not like I enjoy sharing my bed with a pile of clean clothes! I mean, for Pete's sake, all they need to be is hung up and put in the closet. The numerous papers can be thrown in the garbage. I have no idea why there is a Princess Crown on my bed. Must have been G's little addition to the pile. 

Then there is the dresser next to my bed. Covered with stuff! I don't even know what kind of stuff is on there anymore. I do know that some of my important papers are on there, but I know exactly where they are. On the other dresser, where the fish tank is kept, there is a small pile of stuff. Car keys, sunglasses, a box of markers, mosquito repellant, etc. My father build some shelves in my room so I had more places to put more stuff. A giant flying Tinkerbell, a box full of first aid stuff, two night lights, fish food, and some weird fake plant that somehow wandered in here.

Directly in front of my bed is the DANGER ZONE! There is about a foot of walking space (when it's clean). There is a toy box, over flowing with toys. Then there is a toy shelf unit that has 9 boxes full of toys. On the other side there is an entertainment center that is now used to hold 2-3 drawer units for G's spare shoes, DVDs, game system. On top of them are lots and lots of movies, VHS and DVD. 

My closet is absolutely full of clothes. Clothes I wear, clothes I don't wear, shoes (lots of shoes), G's clothes that she wears, her dress up clothes, all our laundry baskets, duffel bags, shoe boxes, towels, etc. My bathroom is also over flowing with stuff. Medication, cleaning supplies (that are actually used thank you), hair ties, hair brushes, toothbrushes, make-up, and stuff and stuff and stuff.

It's nerve wracking to even think about cleaning this mess. I know it needs to get done. There are a lot of things I need to do, but cleaning just doesn't seem to be a priority. And, quite frankly, it gets lonely in this big bed, so maybe it's ok to share it with a pile of clothes for a little while. And a penguin, a fireman hat, a nightlight, and some coloring books. Shit, I really need to clean my bed!

Next time: Cheese Puffs VS Cheetos