So…I went on my crazy cleaning spree with the fabric. I got everything into its nice and neat little piles so I could find everything and it works great.

Fantastic.

Wonderful.

Why in the world did I figure I should do the same thing to the ENTIRE ROOM?

I’m not really sure what possessed me to do it, but at least now Husband believes me when I say I’m going to take everything out of my room and clean.

EVERYTHING.

I made two large piles of stuff in our living room. Both were roughly 4′-5′ deep and towered over our couches. It took me about 4-5 hours just to get everything out of the room. I didn’t take the furniture out since that would have been a little difficult and bordering on excessive (ha!).

It was rather hilarious when we brought our dog through the house from the garage to go outside (no access to backyard from garage). She usually will start sniffing ANYTHING that’s new or changed in the room. But not this time. She just sat down and wouldn’t move.

She just kept giving Husband looks like “I don’t know what to do! I’m confused!” I felt bad for her because she was obviously weirded out but it was funny too.

But pretty much everything was out of the room.

Take a good look, it’s never going to be this clean again.