By Jamie Lee
I glanced around the room, feeling a wave of despair wash over me. Seriously, where does all this stuff even come from? The clutter is everywhere—papers, toys, random empty bags, binders bursting with forgotten magazines, and a collection of Lego figures missing limbs.
This mess is the perfect representation of how clutter just won’t go away. You can shift it around, but it’s like it has a mind of its own, reassembling itself into a more daunting pile. It’s like a never-ending cycle of chaos! Why can’t I just rid myself of it? I’ve filled bags for donation, tossed things in the trash, and yet the clutter remains.
“Good morning!” the pile seems to hiss, its Lego eyebrows glaring at me. “How’s your coffee today?”
I redirect my gaze, but it feels like it’s mocking me.
“Oh, it smells amazing! Did you know I’m only two feet closer to the kitchen than I was yesterday?” It waves a makeshift arm made of broken crayons and toy parts as if it were taunting me.
I can’t even respond; I’m too busy fantasizing about finding the secret to defeating this mess once and for all.
“Maybe I could have a sip of that coffee?” it chirps through its battery-operated voice. “We could be friends!” The pile rolls closer, its toy cars and trains giving it a sense of confidence.
I escape to the front porch; at least for the moment, I feel safe.
I’ve been toying with the idea of selling our house—not just because of this clutter that looks like it belongs on a set from Fraggle Rock. The space feels paradoxically too big and too small at the same time. We’ve turned rooms into storage for all this stuff instead of using them as our home. Maybe if we moved to a smaller place, the clutter would finally disappear? Is this the modern suburban equivalent of a tree falling in the forest?
Honestly, I should probably hire someone to help organize this chaos, but it feels so absurd. I’m an adult; shouldn’t I know what belongs in the trash and what’s worth keeping for future playdates? Maybe I could even start a business teaching other moms how to melt down excess plastic toys to create a little oasis for themselves in the backyard.
There are countless actions I could take, yet I remain frozen by the daunting task ahead. It’s embarrassing to admit, but I suspect I’m not alone in this struggle. Sometimes, I think the best solution might just be to set it all ablaze. Just kidding.
Perhaps we could sell the house to these increasingly sentient piles of clutter. “How much are you asking?” the pile might say, twirling its mustache made of discarded felt. “Would you take a 10 percent down payment?”
Who knows? If the clutter has a solid lender, it might not be the worst idea.
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In summary, the struggle with clutter is real, and it’s a challenge many can relate to. From humorous musings about the chaos to contemplating drastic measures, there’s a light-hearted acknowledgment that sometimes, we just have to laugh at the absurdity of it all.