Nope, I don't think so!  Last year I went on a rare garage sale hopping adventure and I actually came up with a few true finds.  One was promptly buried when it got back home to my house…a hazard of hoarding.  When I was moving things around in my office, cleaning and purging, I unburied a book…Confessions of an Organized Housewife, by Deniece Schofield.  NOT that I had any plans of actually reading it, but it was kind of like my own secret, private joke.  I, the mistress of the disorganized.  The cover looked so quaint and simple…  Is that a cord attached to a telephone?  Upon further investigation, I found that this edition was printed in 1984, so it is just slightly older than my #4 child, Lizzie.  In the intro, Ms. Schofield writes: "If you're like me, you not only need motivation to get going;  you need to know exactly what to do.  This book will do both.  It's packed with ideas that will help you take control of your own house." That's it!  I want to take control of my house!!!  I know I have mentioned being a fan of the Hoarders shows – Hoarders and Hoarders: Buried Alive – and determined that I didn't want inside pets or to leave my children with a major mess if something were to happen to me.  So…on occassion, I will take time