Having 3 boys has taught me to be much more tolerant and patient in many ways. I can remember in our newly-married days spending 1 hour every weekend cleaning our 700 square-foot aprartment. I'm lucky now if I get an hour of cleaning done every 700 days! I can let things go for a while, but as soon as it hits a certain point, I almost physically start to panic. I feel overwhlelmed and out of control, and I really don't like that feeling.
Our garage finally got to that point, so last Saturday was garage cleaning day! We completely emptied everything out, tossed a bunch of junk, found a few missing items, and reorganized the junk that we wanted to keep.
Ahhh, much better!
The chaos
I'm sure the neighbors appreciated looking at this while we cleaned.
Organized junk
What the boys did while we cleaned...and now on to our next project.
