Updated: Dec. 20, 2015
Originally Published: May 8, 2015
With a heavy heart, I glance around my living room, fighting back tears. How did it all accumulate? The stacks of papers, the toys strewn about, the empty snack bags, and those pesky dismembered Lego figures—it’s overwhelming. The clutter in my home is a stark reminder that physical belongings never truly vanish. You can rearrange them, shove them into closets, or even donate them, but they always seem to reassemble themselves into an even more chaotic heap. It’s like a relentless cycle, one that feels impossible to break.
“Good morning!” the clutter seems to whisper, its Lego and crumpled paper eyebrows narrowing in mockery. “How’s that coffee of yours?”
I try to ignore it, but it continues to taunt me. “It smells delightful! Did you realize I’m now just two feet closer to the kitchen than yesterday?” One of the piles, comprised of forgotten toys and loose change, waves at me with its crumpled crayon fingers.
I can’t respond. I’m left dreaming of the day I finally conquer this mess. “Maybe I could have a sip of that coffee?” it screeches through its toy-like voice. “What do you say we become friends?” The mountain of clutter rolls closer, buoyed by a collection of toy cars and a plush train.
Seeking refuge, I escape to the front porch. For now, I’m safe.
Sometimes, I entertain the thought of selling our house—not just because of the chaotic mess inside, but because the space feels both too large and too cramped simultaneously. We’re utilizing rooms for storage instead of living. Perhaps I foolishly believe that downsizing would magically alleviate the chaos. If there’s less space, will the clutter finally dissipate? Is this the modern suburban equivalent of a philosophical dilemma?
Realistically, I know I should probably hire a professional organizer, but that feels absurd. I’m an adult—shouldn’t I be capable of determining which bouncy balls belong in the trash and which ones help with developing fine motor skills? Maybe I could even start a business teaching mothers how to recycle their excess plastic toys into charming little backyard retreats.
Despite the many options, I sit here, paralyzed by the overwhelming task ahead. It’s an embarrassing situation, yet it seems to be quite common. Sometimes, I wonder if the only solution is to set it all ablaze—just kidding… or am I?
What if we sold the house to the increasingly sentient piles of clutter? Just hand over the paperwork and back away slowly.
“How much are you asking?” one pile inquired, sporting a mustache made of fabric scraps. “Would you consider a 10 percent down payment?” It cracks its imaginary knuckles with a chuckle that sounds like a dying battery.
Honestly, if the clutter has a reliable lender, I might be open to the idea.
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Summary
The article humorously reflects on the overwhelming clutter in a home and the feelings of frustration and helplessness that accompany it. The author contemplates the idea of downsizing, hiring help, and even jokingly suggests selling their home to the mess itself. Ultimately, it serves as a relatable commentary on the challenges of modern parenting and household management.