This is a picture of our horrible under the stairs closet. I call it the Harry Potter closet. It is long, it is dark, and it is the only part of the Masterson household that is never clean longer than five minutes.
It is the dumping ground for everything that is ever placed on the ground on our first floor. On any given day, it is a wicked combination of toys, clothes, jackets, games, and whatever miscellaneous crap the kids can throw in there. It is also famous for eating ONE of each of my shoes on the days I am running late for work.
Cleaning it is a chore unto itself. Trying to do it after you clean the house is pointless, because let's face it...it's a big house and we're lazy to begin with. Cleaning it before you clean the rest of the house is enough to wear you out to where you no longer have the energy to do anything...for a week. I try and remove 50 items a day, and 150 more show up later that afternoon.
I hate this closet, and this closet hates me. I am often found in the horrible Harry Potter closet, at least once a week, screaming at the top of my lungs, "I HATE THIS F*&%$@# CLOSET!!!!!" And when I come home, it is twice as messy. :)
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