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Rearranging my life....

Lately, there have been a lot of things grabbing for my attention: the laundry, the dishes, the clutter, the bills, the kids, the spouse, the clutter, the calendar, the schooling, the errands, the clutter.... And none of that takes into account the FUN things! But at the beginning of the year, I made a decision to work through some of the things that need to be tended and get some order and structure back to the Varela Household!

So far, it is working! I have been decluttering like a fiend!! Seriously, my downstairs is so tidy, it feels like someone else's house! Plus, I have been convincing the kids to declutter their spaces, too, which they have been very happy to do for some reason (maybe they are sick of all the chaos, too!). On top of that, we are doing a scheduled dinner menu again, I am clipping coupons and buying on sale to save money.

This week, I am rearranging the upstairs to get a sense of "someone else's tidy house" up there, too. We have some furniture to haul away, some toys for the consignment sale, and some junk to go through, but everyday we are a step closer to our goal. Yay!

I can say one thing for certain: I am getting a lot less fun down-time, but I am actually happier at the end of the week for all that I have accomplished.

May your 2009 be a renewal for your life, as well.

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  1. Awesome stuff or should I say awesome "less" stuff! It is amazing how much we clutter our lives up and how much more cleansing it can be to finally sift through, let go,and just throw it all out! Having everyone else on board is just the icing on the cake!

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