Just start throwing things…
Really. Let me tell you a true story. When my middle set of brothers were two and four, three and five, four and six, five and seven, and everafter (just kidding), I would put on my proverbial boots and wade into their shared bedroom. I do mean wade! One does not walk on a pile of dirty clothes, toys, papers, books, and possible pets hiding underneath piles.
You really must wade.
The boots are needed to avoid LEGO lacerations. Moms of boys, you know what I’m talkin’ about! Boots also protect against whatever might be growing in those damp piles of laundry.
Throwing things at this point is extremely therapeutic.
It is also a super quick way to organize. Truth! Piles start this way. Good piles. Piles of dirties, piles of shoes, pile of toys, pile of books, pile of papers. Fling and pile. Repeat. Having appointed boxes or bins to throw these piles inside also helps.
The initial frustration boiing inside when you confront such an overwhelming mess exits your body when you execute the perfect fling. Score. Hole in one. Perfect ringer!
You can even add a karate ki-yi for extra fun!
When you finally reach the floor you can vacuum and mop. Oh, yeah! Now we’re talking.
After I first started cleaning with a friend, I got an inside peak into the lives of the “rich and perfect”, perfect because they can hire someone else to do all that cleaning for them. I don’t blame them! They do work hard for that money.
I had NO idea that life’s explosions happened inside the four walls of those beautiful mansions. Well, sometimes they do.
One house stands out above the crowd. Shoes littered the back hallway. We played a mad game of Memory, so to speak, flinging matching shoes to each other. The end result? A lovely line of matching shoes as far as the eye could see…
Their bedrooms were JUST like my younger brothers. No way, right? In one room, the only possible way to clean the floor was to toss everything on the bed! I was always curious, though. Did the owners just come home and snuggle into that huge mound on the bed?
The “fling and pile” method works well for all classes of people. It’s equally satisfying, too. Bringing order out of chaos feels like I’m working for God. Really, I am.
Some days I get to apply this to my own house. Now that’s a good feeling.
I laugh when some of my neater clients apologize for their little piles of messes. If I could wiggle my eyebrows, I would. You have never survived the messes I have unless you’ve been in charge of cleaning up after my brothers. Now they handle their own messes. With age comes perfection, right?
Closer to perfection does not apply to their vehicles. Sometimes I get to hang out and travel with them which I love! I am reminded of their glory days as I scrape cracker crumbs off the seats, shuffle toys, and squish yogurt glops into the floor where my feet settle with a squishy, crunchy sound. Their kids are, well, chips off the old blocks!
Not that my vehicles always mirror a growing perfection. Sigh. Working on that…
So join me in my never-ending quest for clean. Fling and pile! Fling and pile!