I Had a Chat With the Clutter That Fills My Home

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I glance around the living room, and a wave of despair washes over me. Seriously, where does all this stuff come from? The piles seem to multiply overnight—papers, toys, random empty bags, magazines, and even dismembered Lego figures.

It’s like the clutter has a life of its own, an endless cycle where no matter how much I clean, it just keeps coming back. You think you’ve got it sorted out, but then, like a scene from some sci-fi movie, everything just merges into an even bigger pile of chaos. Why can’t I just get rid of it? I donate bags to charity, toss things out, but still, the clutter remains.

“Good morning!” it seems to say, with its Lego eyebrows narrowing in mockery. “How’s that coffee of yours?”

I try to ignore it, but it’s relentless. “I’m closer to the kitchen today than I was yesterday. Did you even notice?” it taunts, waving a broken crayon arm like it’s trying to get my attention.

I can’t respond. All I can do is fantasize about finding a way to defeat this monstrous pile of clutter once and for all.

“Maybe I could have a sip of that coffee?” it chirps with a battery-operated voice, inching closer with its army of Matchbox cars.

I escape to the front porch for now, at least feeling momentarily safe.

Honestly, I’ve been contemplating selling our house—not just because of the mountain of clutter that resembles something out of Fraggle Rock, but because it feels too big and too small at the same time. We’re using rooms for storage instead of living. I think that perhaps a smaller house would magically make the clutter disappear. Is that the suburban equivalent of a tree falling in the forest?

Maybe I should hire a professional organizer, but that feels ridiculous. I’m an adult; shouldn’t I know which bouncy balls belong in the trash and which ones are still essential for my kids’ development? Or maybe I could start a business where parents learn how to melt down all those plastic toys into something useful for themselves.

There are so many possibilities, yet I sit here, frozen by the overwhelming task ahead. It’s an embarrassing situation, but it seems I’m not alone. Sometimes, I think about just setting the whole thing on fire—just kidding… or maybe not.

What if we just sold the house to the clutter itself? I can imagine the pile negotiating, “How much are you asking? Would you take a 10 percent down payment?” It cracks up with a laugh that sounds like a dying battery.

Who knows; if the clutter has a decent lender, maybe it could be a viable option.

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In summary, the struggle against clutter is real and relatable. Sometimes it feels like an uphill battle, but finding humor in it can help lighten the load. Whether you choose to tackle it head-on or consider a fresh start in a new home, remember you’re not alone in this messy adventure.