GO TO MY ROOM! (and clean my closet please...)

I am afraid that the little room off of our bedroom (LROOOB) is beginning to scare me. I suppose you could call it a closet, but closet seems like such a benign little space. LROOOB is definitely not benign and isn't so little. I've considered posting "HARD HAT AREA" on the door of LROOOB. It's only funny until a container of hot rollers falls on your head- hot rollers that are percariously perched on the top of a stack of towels that are even more precariously perched on top of my pajammas. (they fell from a really really TALL location is what I'm getting at) Confession time here- I've taken to just throwing stuff to the top of my precarious perches in the closet and hoping they stay. It's almost like a little game of chance- I throw the stuff and if it stays put, I win!!! Yesterday I had to fetch something out of the back of LROOOB and that's when I realized just how craptastic it had become. After wading through my sea of shoes, lifting my collection of ugly purses to the side, and almost swearing after stubbing my toe on a 10 lb. dumbell (???? in the LROOOB? REALLY???), I made it halfway there... This is bad. This place needs an INTERVENTION! I'm spending way too much time baking bread and sewing my children's clothing! (that's my code for "sitting at the computer") I need to spend some time with LROOOB, put it on a diet, maybe even encourage some drastic purging. That's it! My closet needs a colonic! a cleanse if you will! I'll get to it soon, I promise! In the meantime, I've got 12 loaves to bake and an outfit to pin together.