Every day I walk past my mudroom, my jam-packed, overstuffed, filled-to-the-brim mudroom, and I sigh. I so want to clean out my mudroom. I want to put the coats, hats, gloves, and boots far, far away, where I will not have to see them again until November or thereabouts. I want a clean, clear mudroom that has only flip flops, beach bags, and maybe a couple of sweatshirts for chilly evenings.
But no. Here in Connecticut, even though it is the middle of May, it is still a chilly 50 degrees outside. At night it is still going down to the 30′s. The windows in our house are closed and the heat is turned on. And the coats, hats and gloves are still filling up my mudroom, making it look really messy and disorganized. And there is no point in organizing it, because it is almost time to put it all away, right? That’s what I keep telling myself anyway.
I will continue to wait, hopefully, for spring to finally arrive and stay for a while. I will keep writing “clean out mudroom” on my to do list in my momAgenda, week after week, and keep hoping that weather conditions will cooperate. It’s got to happen someday. Right?
I hear you! I live just across the border from you in Rye and on my “to do” list I’ve written “take down comforters off beds.” Except if I do, we’ll all freeze to death!