One evening, not very long ago Mr. Pepper asked me if we still have a certain book, and if we do he'd like to read it again.
"I think it's in the storage room," I said quite carefree. Since we have hundreds and hundreds of books, I offered to go get it for him.
I traipsed up the stairs quite happily and opened the door to the storage room. At that moment my carefree happiness flew right out the window.
For longer than I care to admit when ever something needed to go to the storage room I sent the children to put it in. Likewise if I needed something I sent them to retrieve it, so I was not prepared for the nightmare that greeted me as I opened the door.
The past five days the girls and I have spent every afternoon cleaning and organizing, and it's once again the pleasant place I had in mind. I will be checking it every so often because there will not be a repeat of that mess again!