- It could be that we simply have too much stuff. (This is probably the most direct and concrete reason as to why!)
- It could also be the fact that my children take me as the maid who seems to do it all, so why bother.
- Or the only other reason that I can think of is that we have a little gnome that lives under the sofa, and each time I pick something up, he replaces it just to get on my nerves!
The Never Ending Task of "Pick Up"
It seems like every time I pick something up off the floor and then turn around to put it away, something else seems to find it's way to that very same spot. It's a never ending task that needs to be detained. First things first, we have to figure out why it's a problem in the first place.