The Liberation of Spring Cleaning
When I was a kid, back in Ye Olden Days of single family computers and "go outside and play with sticks or something," there was no part of the year I dreaded more than Spring Cleaning. That was the time when I would be forced to actually clean my room. Haul out all my toys and clothes and sort through things, probably have all my careful non-organization wrecked as my mother moved all my furniture and made me vacuum the carpets of the Hidden Places, and more likely than not have to give up a portion of my possessions as an offering to the Cleaning Gods. As a child, this was a Terrible Time because I felt like I had no control over any part of this process. I didn't like cleaning anyway, and making myself sit still long enough to actually sort through my things was almost painful. I can only partly blame this on being a little ADHD goblin - the rest of this was probably due to the fact that my mother was particularly thorough on her "no clutter" rule. She was a...