Everyone has a 'pile' in their house of something or other.  For example, paperwork and laundry.  If you don't have a pile in your house then I will be forced to put your name on an honourary list called the 'Get Real Club.'  Now, back to what I was saying..........

The place where everything seems to get shoved in our house is the bedroom. No, not the kids bedrooms but mine and my husband's. If there is a load of laundry that I wasn't able to get to, shove it in the room.  Seasonal kid clothes from the attic not quite sorted, shove it in the room.  Things that you can't quite say are dirty enough to waste precious water and soap on, drape it over something in the room.  You get the idea.   Finally, it becomes an insurmountable pile which blocks the end of the bed. This would be fine if you were an acrobat with a flying trapeze but I can tell you that my husband is NOT an acrobat and he sleeps on the far side of the bed. I will say that he rarely complains about the piles and is very sweet. He does however groan when trying to skirt around the pile and often resorts to crawling across the bed.  I  am pleased to say that I recently cleaned up this large pile!  I didn't  get to it right away but it is now   FAIT ACCOMPLI!   thank-you, thank-you, please hold your applause.  It is glorious having that dealt with. Does this mean I have no other piles in my home now?  Alas, no.  You have only to go down to our workroom (we have no garage) to see another huge pile of stuff.  This is a pile which might never be cured! It's kind of like arthritis. Once you get it you never know when it will flare up again, but it's always just lurking............