I complain a lot about my disastrous domestic state, but constantly struggle to do anything about it. I'm hampered by a few things, namely excessive levels of fatigue and having inherited a clutter gene from both of my parents. Mum is currently managing her clutter habit by living on a boat, where it's physically impossible to accumulate too much stuff. My Dad managed his by building an awesome wall of shelves in his living room. It's just what I need here! I can't ever hope to have one of those homes you see in magazines, where it's all gorgeously neat and tidy, and you wonder where the books and magazines are hidden, not to mention any signs that someone lives there. No, my place will always have a 'lived in' feel, but I would be happier if it was a bit less chaotic. Perhaps quite a bit, although without actually getting rid of any of my stuff. I know that I can't fit all my books on the shelves available, but I can't possibly get rid of
Personal reflections from my life as a high school teacher with a disability.