I've got a junk drawer so full of junk that it is renting storage space from three other drawers.
I can't see the top of my washing machine. It’s covered in soap, rags, laundry baskets, and an army of Lego men rescued from the dryer.
I haven't cleaned out my closet since the last time we moved.
Despite my desire to live a tidy and organized life, I'm disorganized and scattered. I often find myself wishing God would give me a twenty-eight-hour day instead of the standard twenty-four. I just can't seem to squeeze everything on my to-do list in between the hours when my alarm goes off and when I fall into bed exhausted.
I know I'm not the only woman frustrated by disorganization and inefficiency. But it's time we get real about how big of a deal our junk drawer really is. (Hint: It's not.)
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