Entropy has pervaded the house. While on the outside the place looks almost organized. Kind of like the casually disarryed household of some reasonably well adjusted family. You know, a minimalist space littered with a few precious artifacts, with a layer of last weeks minimalist precious artifacts, and a layer of the week before's,.. and 1,000 grateful dead tapes, well you get the picture. There is some kids stuff around, but not nearly as much as a lot of people have. And some of it you wouldn't know was kids stuff, like some old hard drives, a baggie full of old RAM chips, etc.. So what is the problem then? Its the closets, drawers, cabinets, porch, basement, attic, etc. Open one and there could be anything in there. I find items I just misplaced this morning buried with some childhood rubble from 30 years ago. Headless GI-Joe torsos, creative writing from 5th grade, yesterdays phone bill.... Go figure. It has a mind of it's own, our stuff does. Open any two closets or drawers at the same time and there is the risk of being vortexed into another dimension. The whole idea now is to systematically evaluate everything in the house and get rid of "useless" items and elevate "worthy" items to a status that protects them from ever, I mean ever, being discarded. But you know you're in trouble when your 3 year old asks what some odd object is, and after a convoluted explaination and historical references, she asked with a confused look "well why do we have it here?" It's a wake up call when you have to justify your stuff to a pre-schooler. But she is learning, she has quite a prized collection of dead batteries.