At the beginning of August, I boldly proclaimed that I was going to embark on a 30 day declutter challenge.
This was going to change my life. I was excited and completely fired up to get started. I was going to share my progress on Facebook and Instagram weekly so that I could inspire others. It was going to be awesome.
42 days later and my house seems to be more cluttered than when I started.
Day 1 went off without a hitch. I decluttered a junk drawer. I posted that picture on Instagram and Facebook. Things were looking good.
Day 2 to 30 – never happened.
Not for a lack of trying though. Life and my kids just did not want me to declutter my house. Between running around trying to get all my errands out of the way and being occupied with my kids, I was never able to (in the mood to) do any of the other things on the list.
Somewhere around day 15, while my kids were napping, I tried to accomplish the day-2 task of cleaning out my closet. As soon as I sat down to begin, those little, beady eyes popped open. So there went that plan.
For some reason, no matter how deep in sleep kids are, they can always sense when you are going to do something important and completely turn your plans upside down and inside out.
So after my immense failure at this challenge, I decided that I will not be doing any more challenges. At least not related to decluttering, organising or cleaning my house. It just doesn’t make sense. The forces that be will not allow me to be that organised about being organised and I will be setting myself up for failure.
If you had a more positive experience with a similar challenge, you are my inspiration first of all and please let me know how you did it.