When the little darlings are little they have bedrooms that smell of talc and all things sweet. There toys are loving scattered everywhere and there is a feel of homely happiness about them. Well they were in my head. Then they grow. Legs get all dangly and feet get smelly. Toys finally get moved on and your left with a teenagers who have to be show horned into their rooms as they just simply dont fit. But their bedrooms dont grow with them, if anything I am pretty sure they get smaller.
At the moment I can be found wondering around the house with black bag in one hand and recycling box in the other. If you stood still you would be in serious danger of being labelled and being carted off somewhere. I can’t up size my house and I cant downsize the teens. I need to de-clutter. I spend my life de-cluttering. Apparenly though its been a life long problem which does make me feel a bit better.
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