Mess, stress and less... words in any order if you will.

I hate mess and anything that resembles mess, unless it is mine, and well, that is, a different story altogether.

It doesn't matter how often I ruthlessly clean out cupboards and kids bedrooms more mess or crap (insert your own preferance here) reappears.  Where the darn heck did all this stuff (or crap) come from?

Specifically I am referring to our latest clothing dryer piece of exercise equipment. Which, by the way, is not crap, but did result in a serious re-shuffle of the house.  The first question by those who have visited our house is 'umm... where did it fit?' Let's just say the couch has now split in two and our dining room is now a lounge room with a kitchen table.  The remainder of the couch is in the lounge room which is now the games/sporting equipment/gym space.  Confused?  Me too.  When did the necessity for all kinds of exercise equipment overtake the need for a lounge room?  No couch potatoes here... no space for that! 

But, I digress.

The re-shuffle invovled space clearing, which involved throwing things out, which involved storing things in one spot until it is chucked or sold.  Which involves a clutter of messes (that's the collective noun I'm using) which equals stress every time I look at these growing piles of where-the-heck-did-that-come-from? mess.

*sigh* this also seems to give free licence to the rest of the family to create more clutter of messes of their own not-to-throw stuff. 

Does anyone else live in a growing / breeding /reappering pile of stuff?

Do you throw, threaten, keep calm or get stressed?