My eldest child’s Lego obsession began at age 4. Within months, our house was crawling with thousands of tiny plastic foot-killers. Pieces were in every room of the house; something had to be done. I marched myself to the nearest big box store, purchased a stack of shoebox-sized plastic containers, and got to work. I…
“Sorry the house is such a mess.” “My place is a disaster, maybe we could meet at yours instead?” “Just close your eyes when you walk past the kitchen, ok?” How many times have you apologized for the state of your home to would-be guests, friends, or family members? How many times have you avoided…
Even the cat is thinking “wtf are you doing, woman??” Clients often look at me in disbelief – or in abject horror – when I tell them we’re going to dump out the contents of an entire drawer/toolbox/cabinet/closet. Won’t that just make things worse?? they rightfully wonder. The short answer is that yes, yes it…
