Today, in a fit of “where the hell is our house under all of this?!?”, we cleaned. The downstairs is straightened, the rugs are vacuumed, the kitchen’s clean.

And I cleaned out one of the two massive walk-in closets upstairs, which by itself netted three bags of trash and untold numbers of old video game boxes, software boxes, and computer gear boxes. That lead somewhat unexpectedly to cleaning the bedroom, doing all the laundry, organizing many of our clothes, and cleaning and organizing both upstairs bathrooms. Much more trash was identified and trashed.

I think this is the first time I’ve been able to see our bedroom floor for weeks. I think it’s the first time I’ve been able to stand in the walk-in closet in months. I think we seriously cut our fire hazard level. I think my legs are killing me. I think, all in all, it feels really really good.

And I think the trash guy’s going to get a hernia picking up our trash on Tuesday.