There is something horrible in our living room. It's big, scary, untamed. It's dangerous, dirty and mean. It's unmanageable, unsightly and unstoppable. And it's spreading. It is the pile of 'stuff' in the corner of our living room. Actually, it's not a mere pile of stuff in the corner... It has metamorphosed into a 'stuff monster' of mythical proportions. It's massive and mighty, and it is slowly taking over our house. You know the story. What started as a little box of odds and ends became a couple of boxes. A couple of boxes became a pile of 'suff'. And a pile of 'stuff' became the monster. There are piles of books, files, paper, pens, pencils, DVDs, videos, CDs, guitars, cables and wires, bags, wedding gifts, cards, photos, wrapping paper, birthday cards, gifts, big toys, broken toys, comic books, cook books, shoes and many many random odds and ends. The final straw was the giant red inflatable chair.
The monster had to go.
On Tuesday I fought the monster. Psyching myself up, I attacked it from the rear. I plunged head-first into the mess. I sorted, boxed, stacked, packed, filed, piled and exiled. I shifted, lifted, pushed, pulled, bagged, organised, cleared and cleaned. Sweating, body aching but determined to slay the beast. I battled on until it was reduced to a harmless stack of boxes, TV unit and stand of guitars. The beast was no more.
We now have out living room back. No longer are there boxes to stub the toe on, mini model super heroes to stand on with bear feet or inflatable chair to fall over. We are free.
Free for now...