Tomorrow is my foster care licensing walk through. Now this is something I do every October. This year is different because last month I started a decluttering task. You know the saying that things have to get worse before they get better? That’s my house. I have piles all over my house of things I’m sorting. I refinished a dresser this past week for my daughters’ room and so I cleaned out all their summer clothes which lead to a few boxes now in the corners of their room. My mud room has piles of baby stuff that needs to be sorted and gotten rid of. And now I’m trying to make the house presentable for someone who is going to judge how my house is. And after two days I’m not even close and I want to just crash on the couch and cry. I swear my house is never good enough – clean enough, organized enough, nice enough. Am I the only one who feels this way?