One Molehill at a Time

I've let things pile up. Literally. All of the boxes from Christmas? In a pile in the den. Nested, neatly, but still a pile. All my kids' gifts? Piled (still neatly) in laundry baskets. Likewise, our clean clothes. The things I cleared out of our room in anticipation of a re-arrangement? Ok, those were just stuffed in boxes and bags, and were littering the den furniture.

My husband called me on it. Deserved it. Fixed the exposed piles.

If I can neatly pile it up, even get it close to where it should be, I can put it away. Right? Sure.

Gonna' be unearthing a bunch this month.