I'm not an organized or particularly neat person. As a kid, I cleaned up my room immediately after my mother pitched a massive fit about its disgusting condition. Well, she was right - I only cleaned up when absolutely necessary. I did the same after marriage. In my slovenly ways, I was encouraged by my husband, whose unspoken motto is: If there is a flat surface, that's where I will put my stuff It wasn't too bad when we were first married. There is only so much clutter that 2 humans can make in a 3-room apartment. A quick pick-up a couple times a week, deep cleaning once a week - we were good to go. Even after we had kids, the mess was SOMEWHAT controlled by the fact that we moved - a lot. Some of the clutter never got unloaded from move to move, staying in boxes stashed in corners. It got bad - REALLY bad once we stayed in the same place for more than 10 years. Fortunately, that house had both an attic and a basement, where a lot of the junk ended up. When I
My Adventures Before and After Retirement
"A positive attitude may not solve all your problems, but it will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort. Herm Albright