My Favourite Decluttering Tips from The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up
I reached a point sometime in June where my house suddenly felt clean. Not as clean as my mother-in-law’s house, of course, but clean by our standards. And then it was still clean the next day. And the day after that.
On that third day of cleanliness, I panicked and took the kids camping for the night — anything to get them out of the house and keep the clean streak going. A last-minute camping trip was easy to do because I could find everything quickly. You know, because my house was clean and tidy. I didn’t have to do four loads of laundry first or dig the air mattress out from underneath the Christmas decorations. We basically packed up the van and went.
Of course, I realized the stupidity of my plan when I returned with three filthy kids and beach’s worth of sand in our bags. But the kids took a bath and I did two loads of laundry and then, after maybe an hour of tidying up, everything was put away and the house was clean again.
The following week, my house was still tidy and I remember being a bit … bored. I didn’t know what to do with myself. One day, I cleaned the window in the front entrance out of desperation. Turns out, the glass isn’t as frosted as I originally thought. Another day, I attacked the window sills and the baseboards in the kitchen. I don’t know if I’ve ever done those three things in the same month before. It’s not that I’m lazy, it’s just that a stairwell covered in toy cars — or as I like to call them, tiny death traps on wheels — takes precedence over a window sill that is really only visited by the odd spider.
How did I get to this new-found level of clean? A big part has been months and months (and years) of decluttering.