Restoring Order

About three weeks ago, I started sleeping in my guest room. My back was a little achy, and I thought sleeping on a firmer mattress was best. 

I came to enjoy the simplicity of the guest room. It's a smaller room, so there isn't room for much more than an end table, bookcase, and a small desk that I  added to the room to serve as a luggage rack. The starkness of the room is quite different from my own room, which has become cluttered with extra furniture over the years. In the three weeks I've been soundly sleeping in the guest room, my room has also become a combination big dressing room, clothes hamper, and post laundry staging area.

Simply put...my room became an absolute mess. It was easy to ignore. Closing the door meant the piles of clothes were out of sight and out of mind. And since I live alone, there was no one else around to give me a hard time about the mess I created. (A perk of single living) I slept in blissful denial of the havoc I had created a few feet away. 

This morning it was time to tackle that mess. Four hours, and five loads of laundry later, order has been restored to both bedrooms in my house.  I have a house guest arriving on Tuesday, but who knows where I'll be sleeping after she leaves on Thursday.