There is too much stuff in this house. There are too many mornings sitting here reading stuff on MN. Time to deal with both!!
I'm off upstairs with a selection of black bin bags to dispose of old toys, bits of paper, outgrown books - with no compassion or sentimentality.
Send me strength mumsnetters to get through this job without guilt or mercy. Another birthday looms for DD and another present isn't coming in here until her bedroom is liveable!
I won't be back until lunchbreak. (wanna bet?) No, really, I'm switching it off. Now. well, soon. When I've drunk my coffee.
I'm exhausted thinking about it