Carrie Bartkowiak v. 5.0

I can’t believe I’m about to do this.
Okay ladies, I want you to be sure you bookmark this post. Sometime in your life you’re going to think that a tornado hit your house and it could not get any messier, and you’ll start to sink into the couch wondering how you’ll ever even begin cleaning it.

That’s when I want you to think of this post, and come back and look at it for some inspiration.
Because I am willing to bet that whatever has you down does not look as bad as this. And there’s your motivation… at least yours doesn’t look this bad, and you’d better get started tackling it before it does.

May I present to you… my disaster area. Once formally known as my utility room.

See, you’re feeling better already, aren’t you?

It didn’t start out this way; it evolved - although it did evolve rather quickly. We have two large sheds in our backyard for hubby’s tools, toolboxes, boxes of cables and wiring and who knows what else. There might be a dead body in there somewhere. If I find one, I’m not tellin’.

Apparently, those two sheds aren’t big enough to hold his stuff. (I’ve told you he’s a packrat!) This isn’t all of it either; his section of the family room that is his office is jammed floor to ceiling with more boxes of his stuff.

Well, we made a deal.
He gets the entire family room as his “office” or “den”, and I get my utility room back. Now, granted, the family does kinda lose out on this as we’re having to shift “family room” activities into the library or front living room; but hey… at least we’ll be able to walk in the utility room again without fear of bodily harm. I’ve also made it clear that that pile of boxes behind his desk has GOT to go, and if the family room ends up looking like that (or even like these pictures), then I’m going in there and cleaning house.

I am a woman on a mission!

Obviously this isn’t going to be finished tonight, but I did want to get it posted in time for Tackle It Tuesday. Whenever it’s finished, and yes that might be quite a while, I’ll come back and post the updated pics.

If you don’t hear from me for two days, send in dogs. BIG dogs. The kind they rescue stranded icy mountain climbers with. They’ll have to be huge to pull me out from under the massive avalanche of tools and boxes that fell on me.

Wish me luck!

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