Dresser Confession

What I'm about to show you may make you cringe. 
It may make you look upon me with disgust. 
It may make you scream in horror.

But one thing it WILL make you do is stand in awe of my laziness.

*sigh*

This was the current state of the top of my dresser on Friday...

Have you screamed in horror yet?

*hangs head in shame*

I just don't know how this happened. 
I just don't know where things went wrong.
I just don't know what caused such a major fail as this.

I blame the dresser. 

Why O why, dresser, did you have to be so conveniently bare and easy to dump things on?  Why did you say to me, "Come! Dump stuff on me before company comes over tonight! Then you can lock the door and no one will ever know!"  Why did you taunt me and tempt me to do such a thing?  I thought you were better than that dresser.

So on Friday, I had a rare spurt of energy and decided to teach my dresser a lesson.  I was going to declutter it and get to the bottom of when on earth I let this dresser get so out of control on me.

Here's some of the interesting things I found on top of it...

These two items were patiently waiting to go in the recycling bin.  Both are plastic.  One is empty and the other is broken.  I have no idea WHY these are on my dresser.

This is my card bin.  I keep all my cards from Christmas cards to Birthday cards and everything in between in this bin so I can send a hand written card out in a moments notice.  And yet, even though I HAVE a card bin, I still don't always get cards out to those that I should.  Shameful.  I know.

I do however know WHY this is on my dresser.  I got tired of tromping down the basement stairs to retrieve a card when I needed one, so I grabbed the bin and plunked it down on my dresser for easy access.  *sigh*  It's a pathetic life I lead.

A phonebook.  No idea why this is on my dresser.  I don't even have a phone in my bedroom.  I'm blaming the bin of cards on this one.  I must have tried to look up an address so I could send out a card???  Okay, not likely seeing that I just told you I rarely get the cards out that I should.

So as I was cleaning off my dresser I found various clues as to WHEN this dresser catastrophe happened. 

The first layer revealed that it happened before The Lazy Dad and I ran away together for our anniversary at the end of July because I found the DVD case we took full of movies for us to watch...

The next layer revealed that it happened before my son's ninth birthday in mid-July, because I found his birthday wish list...

The next layer revealed that it happened before we handed out candy and flyers for our church's VBS in a parade in late JUNE.

Layer after layer I counted the months back... I found stuff I put on the dresser in early June, then May, then low and behold I found the reason why my dresser looked the way it did.  I found where it all started, where my slow spiral down cluttered dresser lane began...

April.

It all began in early April when my gallbladder went AWOL (or in other words, my gallbladder was removed).

I was ashamed.  I was confused.  I felt betrayed. 

Okay, not really, but it sounded nice and dramatic didn't it?

In case you need help counting, that would be four, FOUR months that my dresser has been on a path to needing rehabilition.  Wow.  Even I am in awe of my own laziness. 

So there you have it.  I'm baring my cluttered dresser soul to you all.  I confess that I failed miserably in this area. 

But don't worry.  The dresser and I are back on speaking terms again.  Doesn't she look pretty again?

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