Since my daughter was born, a shade over a year ago now, my house has been a constant host to the narled, wizened, pointy and manically grinning demon of disorder.

Quite frankly the house is a disaster zone which I’m going to try and tame. In my first step – which consists of procastination to avoid actually doing anything – I did an internet search. See:

Secrets of organized families: Insider strategies for getting your house in order

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