The living room and dining room table is where clutter turns into shame. Paper work, stacks of mail “to sort later,” and sentimental piles that slowly swallow the sofa, the dining table, the tv stands, and so on and so forth.
We’ve gotten that we clear off the table bi-weekly when the family comes for dinner. But we just pick the piles up, and pile them on a bed in an extra bedroom. I told dad this week as we were doing that yet again. That I don’t know what I agree to this. Because once I return from my wedding trip to Georgia, I’m going to have to tackle that room. It will be piled high with randomness and the closet is already full of boxes of paperwork, sentimental items, and things they never unpacked when they moved here over a decade ago.
