Confession: Yesterday I had my bi-annual freak-out about the amount of crap we have.

I had dared to venture into the under-the-stair closet.

What you can’t see in the picture is that the closet actually turns the corner to the left (while quickly becoming about 3 ft tall).

And that is where I was headed, in search of the box for my Canon camera that I’m selling on ebay.

This back section of the closet contains Mark’s boyhood baseball collection… and his Hot Wheels collection.

And 2 bins worth of misc. computer parts, cables, remote controls, wireless routers …

And the original boxes for some of our small electronics.

It was also the scene of one not-so-grown-up hissy fit.

By yours truly.

Standing precariously amidst the portable DVD player, a box of remotes, unused backpacks and the kids board games, I tried to see the sought-after box.

As I started to move some things around I could feel the frustration building.

And then I lost my balance, barely catching myself but banging my head against the wall.

And then I lost my mind.

I started picking up empty boxes and hurling them out of the closet. Along with several empty backpacks. (You know, to get put somewhere else…ahem.)

Probably against his better judgment Mark came to see if I needed help.

I will leave out the rest of that conversation, but suffice it to say that I took out my frustrations on my poor hubby who was ready to load everything into the back of the van right there and haul it to Goodwill. Which I was tempted to let him do except a lot of the stuff needs to go on e-bay.

STUFF drives me nuts. Specifically UNUSED stuff.

And CLUTTER.

You know those neat little IKEA showrooms where everything is put away in color-coordinated boxes and displayed on shelves in just the right way? Yeah, that makes me all warm and fuzzy.

Now that we don’t have money fights this, quite honestly, is probably the area where Mark and I struggle the most.

Usually I don’t throw things though.

Sorry honey!