Out of Shape or That Messy?

I decided to start organizing closets today. Peyton immediately started telling me how bad she felt and that she wouldn't be able to help. I vetoed that idea and then she started complaining that cleaning was so boring. We started in her room and by the time we were done, there wasn't much left in there. She has outgrown every single pair of sandals from last year. So she has crocs and sparkly shoes and since we have at least 8 months of sandal weather here, I'll be hitting up Target sandals soon. After I cleaned up 2 closets, I was nasty and had been sweating like a pig and had to take a shower. So I can't decide if I was that out of shape that cleaning closets took it out of me or that the closets in a house I have lived only 9 months were that bad. Either one is depressing so I'm just going to ignore it. It looks like a tornado has gone through both floors of my house. I'm going with the theory that it has to look bad before it can look good. Tomorrow we have dance, Peyton has school and have more clothes to clean out and wash.