Warning: This Post Contains Frightening Scenes of Unadulterated Disorganization and Chaos

I was your average semi-organized mom, who perhaps,  had some messy tendencies, but after some clutter counseling and obsessive reading of the Chez Larsson blog, I was able to keep things generally under control.  

That is ... until the Wall was constructed.

These scenes of destruction began a long five months ago.  The Agronomist applied for and was offered a new job.  A job that would allow him to work from our home.  

I was thrilled, it sounded too good to be true.

Little did I know, what was about to transpire.

My world as I had known it was no more. 

The Agronomist staked his claim and in one afternoon my storage oasis was obliterated.

What used to be a very large and very full storage room was now divided in half, and the contents  were pushed past the line drawn on the floor. The Agronomist began building what we now refer to as the Great Wall of 2009.

Now, you may be thinking, after looking at these pictures...it doesn't look so bad, it just needs a little rearranging.

And if this picture told the whole story, you would be right.

However...

As the items began to fall and floor space became so cluttered, so that walking became dangerous, a new location was found for the over fill.  

Just through the door and into the family room the pile was created.

Did I just write pile...how silly of me, that should have said PILES, 

and PILES, and MORE PILES; that were BIGGER and BETTER than the pile that had gone before.

It was a PILE PARTY like no one had every seen before.

I was overwhelmed, and needed several more months of clutter counseling.  

As a way to heal, I started blogging.   

In a last ditch effort to contain the chaos,  I decided to make a blogging Lenten promise to fill forty bags of clutter over forty days.

But... I have to make a confession... my counsellor said it was the only way.

Over the past two and a half weeks I have became a decluttering "Poser".  

I was unable to face my fears. I used professional procrastination to avoid the Pile Tsunami.

I was hoping the Lenten 40 bags in 40 days promise I announced to the world,  would give me the motivation to move forward towards a clutter free home, or at the very least shame me into action.  

I knew God would forgive me... but my readers?

I was either going to become a very guilty blogging Catholic, who had failed to fulfill her Lenten promises or I was going to rise to the challenge.

It took a while but by the grace of God it worked.  This weekend I woke up realizing I was behind by only 18 bags.  It was Do or Die, Put the Metal to the Pedal, and Do It For The Gipper time.

Plus I had children who were watching my every move, and asking on a daily basis, if I had filled any bags yet?    

TODAY, I am happy to report that My 40 Bags in 40 Days Resolution is ahead of schedule.  With 16 bags to the Salvation Army,  6 bags to our niece,  2 bags to the garbage along with several bags to recyling, I may have to put my feet up for a few days.  

The rooms are not quite ready for their reveal.  I will be continuing to work on them, and when the lighting is just right, I will take award winning clutterless pictures of their stark beauty, so that they receive the ooohing and they so deserve.

I am so glad that I came clean here at Bungalow'56, I am once again, able to hold my head high.

Now if you'll excuse me, I need to catch up on some Lenten reading.

  xo

Dana