Why is it that I cannot rid myself of clutter?
I hate it desperately.
It consumes my time with no return.
It causes more fights with my sons and husband than most anything else.
Clutter should be a curse word spoken only in fits of rage or hushed tones as an unthinkable menace.
I am breaking up with clutter.
Well, it’s late.
Monday is a good time to start.
And that is the first of the month.
Yes, I am sure I will start the break up on Monday . . .