Decluttering is a Naughty Word

So first I have to admit that I have not gotten to my task of working on my wardrobe. As is very common for me, I got distracted. On a good note, my daughter's room and the guest room are now squeaky clean! I did take pictures of the closet and hope to get to it tomorrow soon.

Decluttering is something that I really enjoy doing. My husband, not so much. More like he would rather scrub all the toilets in the house with a toothbrush than declutter. He is currently on the other side of the planet for work and I mentioned to him via text that I had started a blog. He asked the obvious question, what is it about? I sent back that it was about having less to gain more. It was quiet for a bit and he asked if this was code for decluttering which is a very dirty word. When I replied in the affirmative there were crickets chirping. He is skeered people! I think he is going to do a count of his things when he gets home to make sure there was no stealth decluttering going on in his absence.

My things are marked and numbered, my husband's things will not be touched. It may make me twitch, but I would much rather him be happy and maybe spontaneously do some decluttering of his own.

Sadly, our daughter inherited a touch of Daddy's packrat tendencies. Yes, I will be twitching, but with lots more room to do it where I have decluttered!