am I feverish? I have an organization bug

oh, blogger.... you fooled even me. You see, I thought I had posted 200 intriguing blog posts, but upon closer inspection I was seeing the total number that includes drafts. I have a lot of drafts. (seems like a hefty amount around 25) So, I lied, unintentionally. I have only published 175 posts (not including this one). Just in case anyone started adding them up and tried to say I was deceiving them... sorry.

Yesterday I didn't say a whole lot because I was in a frenzy of organization. (Rarely happens, but when it does it takes over.) I am happy to say that the boys' room looks wonderful (not their closet; just the room) and they are enjoying being able to locate their toys without dumping out huge masses of toys for me to curse at. (not out loud... I am still not taking the blame for wth. But I did get them to stop repeating it.) Now, I get to start Rose's room. That room has been in destroyed mode for a week now and I have piles of outgrown or out of season clothes that I have no where to put. (Holly- you are taking lots of clothes back to the desert at Thanksgiving, okay? I feel like a hoarder.) So... wish me luck. It's going to take some real dedication for me to trudge through that mess without- oh, look, I should go put those clothes away/ did I wash the breakfast dishes yet/ is that dust? I should dust or vacuum or maybe both or neither... me getting distracted.

I'm getting rid of things... or actually I'm putting things in a box that better leave my house. I went through my clothes yesterday and put all my skimpy summer things (tank tops & shorts) away and pulled out my paltry winter clothing collection. T sees me wear the same sweater/jacket thing days upon days. He must be blind because he rarely says anything about it. Maybe he's just being kind. Yes, he's being kind (and wise). I am so happy to put stuff in that box that better leave my house. Anyhow, I weeded out some clothes that never see the light of day and jeans that I wore in high school... I finally gave up trying to get my "three kids readjusted my hips" in them. It wasn't very sad because I have those new jeans now. Oh. Happy. Day.