~ A Bad Case of the Piles ~

What do you get when you mix ADD, a craftsy person, a fix-it-yourself person, and two broken-toy-hoarding kids?

A bad case of the piles.

Unfortunately, there’s no ointment for this baby. And, left untreated, it can grow to epic proportions. But on the plus side, there is no burning or swelling associated with it…..much.

We’ve got a pile (or three) for bills, a pile for recipe ideas, a pile for school projects, a pile for upcoming holiday/birthday gifts, a pile for the wrapping paper for those upcoming holiday/birthday gifts, a pile of clean clothes, a pile of dirty clothes, a pile of things to give away, a pile of camping gear (from last summer…), a pile of sports equipment, and a pile of the largest assortment of broken toys and toy pieces/parts this side of the Mississippi. Man oh man, do we have a case of the piles.

I sound like I’m bragging, but I’m honestly ashamed of our lack of discipline. Yet, every time we look to take apart a pile, it seems so daunting that we find something….anything…else to do. I’d rather floss the cat’s teeth than attack that toy pile, believe me. And I’m fairly sure I’d find my lost virginity in the camping gear pile. And I bet we’d find Elvis in the give-away pile.

But I just don’t have it in me to take it on alone.

When people come over, do they see the piles? Heck no! I’m a master at Pile Camouflage. A firm believer in table clothes, closets, and tall bed frames am I!

It’s a good thing we’re finishing the basement…that way we’ll have a really nice room for some of these dagnab piles.