The Basement Storage is CLEAN.

My back is killing me, every muscle is sore from lugging about 39473 bags of trash, debris, etc. PLUS boxes and boxes of expired food storage up two flights of stairs to the garage. I made my kids do the light stuff, but most of it was just too heavy for them.

I sorted. I organized. I tackled. I lugged. I swept. I vacuumed, I packed, I broke down boxes, I killed about 956 spiders. I got attacked by one of the aforementioned spiders--it seemed to think jumping on my arm while I reached up and put stuff on a shelf was a good idea.

R.I.P. Spider.

I had another spider drop into my hair from above (mercifully unbeknownst to me at the time) and finally run down my face as I bent down to pack a tub full of Christmas decorations that I STILL hadn't put away from Christmas.

Number of showers I took: 5

Number of Spider attacks: 2

Number of "ICKGETITOFFME" Bug dances I jigged: 3

Number of black bags filled with clothes for Goodwill: 19 (and counting!)

Goodwill is going to LOVE me. My husband is going to LOVE me. I love the open, airy, organized feel the back storage rooms have, now.

I need a nap.

I also need to throw away at least half of the &$#! back there, because it's junk. But for now, all my junk is neatly packed in rows and rows of large plastic tubs in the labyrinth that is my basement storage. I'll tackle those another year.

Hooray for me!