I’ll admit I’m a clutterbug… not a hoarder or anything, but I like having my stuff around me.

Being married to a Type A, organized, ‘spare’ kinda guy has made me more cognizant of this over the years, but I still have my little bastions of chaos – like my nightstand and at least one drawer in my wardrobe. This, however, doesn’t go over well with hubby. If he knows it’s there, it bothers him.

This issue presents an ongoing challenge – especially when I run my business from home and the kids still need to be minded while I work. Picture this… it’s after five o’clock and dinner has yet to be started. Toys are strewn across the living room, on the dining room table (hubby’s latest pet peeve), and dishes from the morning still lingering on the kitchen counter. This does not a happy husband make.

So, I’ve started taking baby steps – one small de-cluttering project at a time.

This weekend, I tackled my armoire – a big, hulking Ikea unit with four sections that was crammed to overflowing with stuff. Ever since we moved early last year, it’s become a drop-off spot for everything that didn’t have a home.

Well, I can proudly say it’s not an orphanage any longer! My wardrobe has been weeded out, tchotchkes have been tossed, and endless receipts, papers and other junk have been thrown out. I must say, it feels pretty good… but not as good as it makes hubby feel. He’s the real reason I did it. You’re welcome, honey. Happy (early) Valentine’s Day!!

Aaaahh, the things we do for love.