Hubby and I have lived in our house for nearly two years. Not only are we buried in laundry, we are still buried in boxes. Some days I feel like 10 years from now we'll still be trying to unpack. It is all I can do to keep my daughters' closet organized and right now I'm failing in that area, too.
We're slowly making progress. Most of the boxes in our guest room, den and bedroom have been unpacked, so at least the other boxes are "hidden" in the basement. This weekend Hubby was able to unpack a few boxes and I managed to sort through baby clothes. Yes, my daughters are almost four and I still have boxes of baby clothes. No, I am NOT holding on to them "just in case." My moms of multiples group has a sale twice a year and you are only supposed to sell seasonally. I have only participated in two sales and I just didn't have time to tag everything. This weekend, though, I managed to sort most of the remaining clothes into "sell" or "donate" piles. I ended up with five boxes of clothes to donate and it took just a half hour for some triplet moms to claim those boxes.
My daughters' closet is another story. I can only keep things "in season" in their closet or it becomes an overflowing mess. Unfortunately, I haven't had the time to take out the winter clothes, so it is now an overflowing mess of winter and summer. Hubby is so fed up that he insists I pick out clothes the night before if it's his job to dress the girls in the morning. (Really, I think this is just an excuse and he simply doesn't want me giving him a hard time for dressing them in polka dots and plaid... together. His fashion sense is a little off.)
So, my goal for this next weekend is to organize that closet. I may literally be buried in laundry before this is all said and done.