Piles of Stuff

I am a genetically pre-disposed "piler." I have various piles of stuff all over the place. My Grandma has/had piles of stuff, my great-Grandma had piles of stuff, my mom has/had piles of stuff. I am doomed. I have been working on the kitchen piles and have made a good dent in the kitchen desk pile. Yesterday I spontaneously took care of the 2 kitchen table piles, because one toppled onto the floor. No excuse to not fix it. It did make us have to eat Papa John's last night, but, hey, I fixed up a nagging pile . . . actually 2! nagging piles. It was mostly the boys stuff, school papers, coloring books, etc. I weeded through it and have put the tmportant stuff in 2 color coded bins. Now it is a movable pile. When they get desks, the bins will go there. I have desks picked out for them at Rooms To Go, but I am apprehensive about spending money. I also want the study painted and a new light fixture first. But at least I fixed 2 piles. I am actually proud of that.