I've been decluttering off and on for what seems like the better part of a year, and it all just feels like sand shifting beneath me. I clean up one area, then another, then by the time I'm on the third round I look back and somehow the first area is crap again.
And I will readily admit to doing what you aren't meant to do which is doing a little bit, then relaxing, doing a little bit more, etc. I've basically spend all of my Saturdays and Sundays going hell for leather, only stopping when the ibuprofen is calling.
Just wanting to have a whinge really, does the decluttering actually ever end (she asks... two weeks before Christmas), do we not give ourselves enough credit for what we've already accomplished, only looking at what's left. And I know I'm not spending enough time with the kids because I'm always thinking 'I'll have loads of time to spend with them once everything is in order!'. Ha ha I know, the Delusional Declutter-er.
Thanks for the moan, I needed it!