Fending Off Divorce or Why I Should Quit the Clutter

Well, I finally have a load of laundry in the machine, the kids are fed and the dishwasher is loaded. Woohoo, what an exciting life I lead. (Said in a Ben Stein monotone.)
People are always facinated when I tell them that I met my husband on the Internet. That will be another entry whenever I get the inspiration to write about it.
Before S. and I met, he was a responsible, single-guy musician drummer in a roommate situation. His last set of roommates were nice enough guys but one of them had cats and wasn't too keen on picking up after them. Unfortuneately, we were ususally relagated to making out or watching movies in his bedroom; just enough space for a full-sized futon/bed and a 35" t.v. His previous situation ended because his roommate and her boyfriend moved in together. Yes, his roommate was a female. At first it struck me as kind of weird but in all things, I try to be open-minded. After getting to know D., even if there had been a "tryst" it never would have worked. I asked S. how he and D. came to be roommates and he admitted that he preferred female to male roommates as they are much neater.
One of the first things my mom asked S. when we went to CA for our first visit together: Are there still piles of clothes on the floor and in the closet? The look he gave said it all. In all honesty, I can let the dishes pile up but no more than a couple days in a worst-case scenario. (I'm the type of person that must wipe counters down when I do dishes otherwise it feels half-arsed.) I manage to do a good once over in the bathrooms at least once a month (I prefer every other week) and I always wear clean underwear. Its the "clothes" things that gets me in trouble. I can separate it, wash, dry and fold it but it stops there. I don't know why and it feels like a disorder, quite the opposite of OCCD.
The other problem is "horizontal" areas. Any flat surface become a breeding ground for mail, magazines, my daughter's school work, etc. I'm being suffocated by the clutter!!! I feel so overwhelmed and don't know where to begin.
God bless his soul, my husband is not a perfectionist but hates a messy house. We've been together over five years and he's still around. Maybe the oral sex??
We moved to AZ this past June; going from a 2,700 sq. ft. house to a 2 bedroom apartment is hell! I hate stuff! I feel like chunking everything, let the dumpster have it.
I saw this great Oprah about how some people are so attached to stuff that they don't even throw their garbage away. That's pretty extreme but I'm close enough. Thank God I throw out my garbage, that could be a problem.
So I'm seriously considering the following:
1. Cleaning out my closet. I love my clothes but I hate the space they take up.
2. Not putting up a Christmas tree. Too much space, need to find another option.
3. Secreting out some of the kids' toys. Damn McD's and their Happy Meals!
I know that it's crazy to think that doing these three things will change my life but maybe it'll put us all in a better mood... and save my marriage!

Peace and blessings!

Losing My "Blog-ginity"

If you are reading this, you probably didn't have the usual Thanksgiving-fest family obligations. Why would anyone be up this late on a Thursday nite, with "Blind Date" in the background and previous surfs to The Killers and Morningwood? That's what I'm trying to figure out. If you know, please fill me in.
My husband works nites so we decided to postpone turkey and pumpkin pie until Sunday. It's just us and our two daughters, 3 and 5, so it's not really a big to-do. Still debating between stuffed turkey breast or "game hens". (I love to be adventureous in the kitchen but don't know if I have the energy to go that far.)
Anyway, I'm feeling old right now and wanted to bitch and whine. A friend at work was telling me about a blog that she regularly posts to and it piqued my interest. I love debate and hearing the other side; I wish I were more of a trouble maker! I figured there are people out there that will hate or agree with me. Either way, it's got to be a lot better than trying to figure out why I'm now sitting through "Access Hollywood" and letting my brain rot.
I feel so scattered. Sometimes motherhood/wifehood sucks but on the other hand, I have a great husband and wonderful kids... so why am I so bummed? That's when I decided that this is probably what "mid-life angst" feels like.
Per Thanksgiving obligation, I'll list my blessings:
I'm relatively healthy. (Aside from the recent miscarriage, month long sinus infection, and perimenopausal status, I can't complain.) I made a successful transition from teaching (a 10-year veteran) to the corporate world and managed to double my income in the process. My family and my in-laws are loving and supportive people. I have a few close friends although they are now out-of-state due to our recent relocation. Seasonal depression?? (I love my Zoloft!)
As I try to sort out this life of mine, I hope that I will meet friends along the way and possibly inspire others to look a little more closely at what's good and what's working in their own lives.
If you want to give me a quick kick in the butt, please feel free to post. If you know of other interesting blogs, mid-lifers in particular, please fill me in!

Peace and blessings!