Updated: December 20, 2015
Originally Published: May 8, 2015
As I survey the chaos surrounding me, I am filled with an overwhelming urge to cry. Where on earth did all this clutter come from? The mountains of papers, toys scattered about, empty bags lurking in corners, and a collection of magazines and half-finished crafts.
The mess in my home is a stark reminder that physical objects never truly vanish. You can shift them around, but they refuse to disappear entirely. You think you’ve tackled the problem, but like a relentless villain in a sci-fi movie, all the small pieces somehow regroup, forming an even larger, more daunting pile of chaos. It feels like an endless battle—why can’t I seem to rid myself of this clutter? I donate bags to charity, give items away, toss things out, but the mess persists.
“Good morning,” the clutter seems to say, its Lego and stray pennies forming a menacing expression. “How’s that coffee treating you?”
I want to look away, but it keeps leering at me, mocking my efforts. “Your coffee smells delightful. I can tell because I’ve crept two feet closer to the kitchen since yesterday. Did you notice?” It raises an arm made of toy lightsabers, waggling broken crayon fingers in derision.
I can’t respond. I can only fantasize about finding a way to conquer this mountain of mess once and for all. Maybe one day I will vanquish it for good.
“Mind if I have a sip of that coffee?” it squawks through a distorted, battery-operated voice. “Why don’t we be friends?” The heap rolls closer, fueled by Matchbox cars and a train named Gordon.
I escape to the front porch, feeling temporarily safe.
I’ve been contemplating selling our home—not just because of the chaotic Trash Heap reminiscent of Fraggle Rock that resides within. The space feels paradoxically both too vast and too cramped. We’re using rooms for storage instead of living. Perhaps I foolishly believe that a smaller house might somehow alleviate the clutter. Would a more confined space force the mess to vanish? Is this the modern suburban equivalent of the philosophical question about a tree falling in the forest?
Logically, I should hire someone to help organize this mess. Yet the thought feels absurd. I’m a capable adult! Shouldn’t I know which bouncy balls are trash and which ones are essential for my child’s development? Maybe I could create a business teaching mothers how to melt down unnecessary plastic toys to build their very own backyard retreat.
There are so many options available. Instead, I find myself frozen by the overwhelming task ahead. It’s an embarrassing situation, yet it seems rather common. I half-joke that perhaps setting the whole thing ablaze is the answer—just kidding… or maybe not.
Perhaps we could sell the house to the increasingly sentient piles of clutter. I could just present the paperwork and back away slowly.
“How much are you asking?” the heap inquires, twirling a mustache made of repurposed felt. “Would you consider a 10 percent down payment?” It cracks its glittery knuckles and lets out a laugh that sounds like a dying battery.
Honestly, if the clutter has a good lender, I might just consider it a viable plan.
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In summary, tackling the clutter in our homes can feel like an insurmountable task. It’s a common struggle many face, often leaving us feeling overwhelmed and paralyzed by the sheer volume of stuff. While hiring a professional might seem like the logical step, the reality is that sometimes we have to confront our own chaos and find humor in the madness.
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