A cluttered life

Well, things have settled down here a little. Both our apartments are rented and the work
we were doing is finished. The upstairs apt. now has its own washer and dryer, the downstairs has some new lighting and paint is touched up in both places, etc. They look great. The new tenants love their new homes and hopefully, they stay a long time. Now I'm
helping my sister's father-in-law rent the apt. in his house so hopefully, we can find a good tenant for him too. Tim is very busy with work. Again, we are very grateful. So many flooring guys are sitting home with phones silent. Some have already gone out of business. Tim's reputation is
carrying him through what to me, seems to be the depression of our generation, and we feel very blessed. I have finally finished our year-end business paperwork and now it's right into starting our taxes. WHAT a dreaded job. I am the biggest procrastinator I know now too. When I worked, and sometimes 2 jobs, I never put off getting things done. I had very little time to myself so you did what you had to do in the snippets of time you had. Now that I've been home for so many years, I put things off 'til tomorrow all the time. Then I keep putting it off and it's gotten out of hand. Sometimes I wonder if I have adult attention deficit disorder. I have a hard time staying on task.
Tim swears that it's all due to stress. The memory problems and all of it. Maybe. I never seem to be able to concentrate like I used to. But, then again, my mind is always somewhere else.
I realize lately that I have been too immersed in MM. Tim has been in remission for 2 1/2 years and I still live and breath MM. I feel like I have to know everything I can so we make the right decisions later. It's an awful lot of responsibility and not shared in our case but I don't think
I can change. Some days, I'd like to stop the Acor listserv posts from coming to my e-mail.
But then I remember how much I learn, things our doctor would never have the time to tell us,
and I can't make that break. I've also gotten to know people there and I don't want to make the break from them either. Tim has said several times that I think about MM WAY more than he does. I need to curb my time at this computer. It's become an escape from what I should be doing around here. It's really my own fault I am so behind and the added stress of that is not helping. Roo posted about house clutter this past week. The post hit home for a bunch of us, evidently, so I guess I'm not alone. I was tempted to download a pic of my spare room, which I desperately need to convert into a home office, but I looked at it yesterday and was aghast myself. I have to attack it. So much of the STUFF around here is Tim's though and I can't just throw it out. The attic gets so hot in the summer that you can't put everything there. The basement is so full of stuff so there's no room down there. There is simply no way I can get this
house back to some sort of order unless we get rid of stuff. They say that living amongst clutter causes stress. I believe that wholeheartedly. I live it everyday. When I see folks who have these wonderfully uncluttered homes, I feel so inept and I really want my house to look that way. I can't sit in any room of my house and not see construction work that is still not finished or piles of paperwork that need to be dealt with. I guess it's like anything that has gotten away from you, you have to break it down into small steps and just get started. Time to start my own "honey-do" list and get cracking. As I mentioned on Roo's blog, I have a neighbor whose house is just a little bit bigger than ours. She has 4 kids(2 are twins) 2 dogs, and 3 cats. Add to that, she substitute teaches, and her kids have always got friends over so people are in and out of her house constantly. Despite this, every room in her house looks like a magazine layout. Quite frankly, it pisses me off! Actually, it makes me mad at myself because I have no excuse for my home not looking better. I try to tell myself she must be obsessive-compulsive, right? I was actually a real neat freak as a child. Used to clean my room and my parents' house all the time because I couldn't stand to be in a room that was such a mess. My house is clean in the germ way. I keep up with that part, kitchen, bathrooms, all that stuff, it's the paperwork and clutter that has gotten away from me. I have to come up with a plan of attack. Where to start?