I can’t see my desk at work because of all the clutter. I can’t see the dining room table at home because of all the clutter. Actually, I can’t see the bedroom floor, the dining room table, the coffee table, the second bed, my computer desk, the stairs, the hallway or the best part of the kitchen surface. Every draw, cupboard and shelf is full piles of un-opened post and unsorted receipts. The sofa is covered with knitting, the living room floor is taken over with a (marvellous, fabulous and utterly gorgeous, thank you, thank you) 1500 piece jigsaw puzzle. Everywhere is clutter.
It’s all mine. My husband’s stuff is all neatly sorted and filed and in its place. Why can’t I do that?