Sometimes…I just gotta break all the rules. Sometimes…I gotta declutter big time and fast! Sometimes…I just gotta let go and purge my life without the fine-tooth comb hanging over my shoulder and the experts whispering advice in my ear.
And I gotta say…
When I let go and do it this way, I get rid of SO MUCH, SO FAST!
I know this isn't the perfect way to declutter.
There probably won't be a book written about how to do it this way because it's not in 10 easy steps and there is no way this guarantees that all the clutter will be gone when you're finished.
I've done this three times in my married life, and each time I did it I was thrilled with how much clutter left my house in such a short amount of time!
So here's my pictures and how I did it.
First of all, in order to see how much clutter and how fast this was, you'll need to see this picture.
This beautifully, properly decluttered, dining room was posted on June 27th, the day after finishing it:
And did I mention, I'm not done yet?
So, I bet you're wondering how in the world I got so much stuff decluttered all in one short amount of time.
First of all, my life as I hold it all “together”, comes to a crashing hault!
My children watch guilt-inducing amounts of television! And run around in their pjs, and my toddler has a clean diaper but peanut butter under his finger nails, and the baby has way more attention from my eleven year old daughter than me.
Can I watch another episode of Transformers? Yeah.
Can I play on Mindcraft for an extra 30 minutes? Sure.
What you want for lunch, Honey? A piece of cheese, lunch meat and a chocolate donut…with apple juice. Why not.
Dinner variety is more akin to Whataburger one night, Taco Bell the next, and Church's chicken for lunch than it is a real plan.
Cleaning up the house comes down to 15 minutes of gathering trash that has grown a pair of legs and the ability to reproduce, loading the dishwasher, and making sure there's nothing souring in the washing machine because the house looks like this…
During the school year (this time “the mood” struck during summer break), history is watching a documentary on George Washington when we're studying Medieval history (yeah, I'm aware how far off plan that is, but I just don't care 'cause I'm tossing a literal ton of junk).
And my hair looks like I just spilled some olive oil on top and tried hiding it by brushing it through with a wet brush and slicking it back in a pony-tail.
During all of this routine breakdown that is “secretly” going on behind closed dining room blinds, there's a whole lot of work going on behind the scenes.
And honey, there ain't no rules I'm following.
I'm grabbing old boxes, my best laundry basket, the broken Rubbermaid, and whatever else I find while I'm passing by that's remotely in the shape of a box. No labels, no plan.
I've got a roll of masking tape and a marker (the easiest one to find) in one hand and a glass of iced tea in the other. Every item I'm removing gets slapped with a quick price just in case I end up with enough for a garage sale. I'm not about to have the energy to price all that stuff later.
A mental bulls eye is on every place I know has a plathora of excess.
I dive in big time and don't think about it much at all. The heavy decisions are for later. The detail decisions aren't happening today. I'm pulling out that toy box that the kids haven't touched in months, but I skip the other four sitting right beside it. I pull clothes right off the hanger straight into a bag that I know are never worn without stopping to try anything on.
I ask Josh to pull down one box after another so I can see what's inside. Some get taped back up and restored to their place, but 20 boxes seem to loose more than half their weight as I shuffle the little amounts of stuff I can't decide on back, combining the stuff that's left. Instant weight loss, both mentally and physically.
I dive into the closets where I know there are bags of clutter already waiting to be delivered to a thrift store.
I send Abram to go grab the skates that are two sizes too small, and get that rocking chair arm that's in the media room floor while you're at it.
I bend down and snatch several books from a stack under the side table that I never read and add a price in green permanent marker.
As I think of places, I hit them. I check. I unlid and relid tubs that sit in various corners.
And when I'm exhausted, I crash in front of the tv and catch up on some much needed baby snuggle time, since I've only stopped to nurse and change diapers.
I'm likely still in my pjs at 2pm and still up zoning in front of Netflix or Facebook at 2am…but it's all worth it.
Are you in the mood to de-junk your life?
Forget the rules while you have the momentum…and just do it. It's not pretty, it's not routine, it's probably going to be exhausting…and it's definitely chaotic. But it's a thrill!
The only rules:
Kids must be safe and fed…and hugged when they're upset.
Diapers must be changed when they're wet.