The basement. A room where things go when they shouldn't be in the "living space". A dungeon of crap. If we didn't have a small food storage and a drink fridge in there I'm pretty sure it'd look like one of those houses on Hoarders, Buried Alive.
I have to do something. With a 17 month old that's a really hard thing to do.
Option 1: Take a day off of work and clean it.
Honestly, I'd love to do that, I think I could get a lot done. The downside is J works right next door to the basement so my banging and moving things around would really disturb him. No go.