I started my day by excavating my walk in closet.

We moved to this house 3-1/2 yrs ago, I now realize at

some point I stopped unpacking. I have satchels of papers

and documents. They were neatly placed. Family pics. You

name it, it's in my closet.

So I decide to make some room by getting rid of odds &

ends. I am in extreme cleaning mode. Move this, throw out

that. I am somehow unaware that the piles had grown to

mind bending proportions. I am now straddling this

humongous mound and I get stuck. My chubby ass isn't

allowing much turning room. Here's where my thinking goes

husband comes in yells to me, I answer, he asks what I'm

doing. Uh, I'm, stuck, in my closet. Somehow I extract my

foot, while avoiding an avalanche of shoes, purses &

clothes. I step out of the closet. This mess of mine is

unbelievable. This is where my A.D.D. is actually an

asset. I tried on jeans, made 2 piles. The I'm not ever

gonna fit in those again pile and okay I can breathe in

these pile. Found my way to the purses.

Hi my name is Mamamurph and I am a purse & shoe addict.

Hey when clothes shopping gets discouraging, purses and

shoes are always there. They are somehow comforting to

me. I actually found a couple of purses I forgot I had.

Straightened them up, discarded a few. Looked at my shoes.

I would give Imelda Marcos a run for her money. Here is

enough shoes for a small village in a third world country.

Egads!! I sort through them. I remove a lot of them.

Make room for my Birkenstock, yes they are ugly but, I

LOVE them. Arrange my sandals, etc.. Hey I live in the

tropics sandals are a part of ones daily uniform.

I suddenly realize I can see the floor, can I hear an AMEN.

Now remember the A.D.D. thing, I sink down to rest, as I do

I find this little TV my husband gave me when we do road

trips. Me, A.D.D., road trip. So any who I start playing

around with it and bam, I am sitting on the newly

discovered closet floor will a pillow under my head, yep

watching TV. Thank God my mind fog lifts. I'd been napping

in there.


Laundry is one of those chores that is endless. I mean when

you've emptied every basket you realize that everyone in

your home is wearing the next load. See is does have the

power of reproduction.

Can anyone tell me where that one sock goes?

I don't care how careful you are, one always

disappears. Is there a netherworld of one footed people?

Or a world where socks don't have to match.


I'm just asking.
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