I decided to start with the girls' room... maybe because it seems the most overwhelming?
I keep muttering over and over to myself, "How do you eat an elephant, Chris? One bite at a time.
One bite at a time... one bite at a time, Chris... one bite at a time... yeah, one bite at a time..."
Boxes and baskets and piles are everywhere, making my recovered OCD act up.
But thanks to my clothes organization system (a la Complete Tightwad Gazette),
- the sanity level is manageable. As manageable as it can be under the circumstances, I guess.