Let's face it, being a working mom means you have to stay super organized and do your best to multi-task every day. There's not a lot of wiggle room and the working parent schedule is not very forgiving from a time management standpoint. Like most working moms, I fall down on the job sometimes.

Sure my child goes to school with clean clothes, hair and teeth brushed (except for one day last week) and my husband and I make it to work on time just about every day. On the weekends, we always make time for a fun family activity and rarely miss a kid or family member's birthday party. So what am I blabbing about? The stuff (insert the word I really want to use here) that doesn't get done.

For us, it's almost always the same. Family bike ride? Check. Laundry. Nope. Spring cleaning and changing our clothes from winter to Spring? Finally took place last month just about the time the Summer Solstice made its grand appearance. You get the idea.

When I get the rare day off that's not earmarked for a sick child or travel day, it's a great opportunity to get to those pesky little projects that desperately need my attention. For me, today is that day and my self-proclaimed hoarder status is my project.

Keep. Toss. Donate.

We're paper pack-rats. My husband is the major mail opener and bill payer, I can't seem to throw away any of my child's artwork or family cards, and my kid colors and draws like it's his life's work (can a mom really argue with that?). Today, I'm happy to report that my recycle bin is full. In fact, I can't even close the top properly. It took FOREVER to look through every single piece of paper, but I'm feeling really good about the fact that my piles have either diminished or - in the rare case - disappeared all together.

I went through both mine and my son's closets and held nothing back in the toss and donate department. Thankfully, I have mom friends who have boys younger and smaller than mine and we have terrific places to donate and consign women's clothes in our town.

My mother gave me a beautiful photograph of my grandmother around Christmastime, so imagine my surprise (It was more like dismay, bordering on shame) when it appeared in yet another pile of "stuff". I'm definitely keeping it and may even achieve superwoman status and finally get it properly framed.

So three hours into project clean up, I'm taking a break and writing this blog. Next up? Lunch and an iced coffee. I've made some serious progress, but I'm still me after all.