Bad News Bears

So my dad came up to me today and stated that he wishes to convert our spare room into an office and that he would appreciate it if I cleaned the room for him. It's a normal enough proposition, right?

Normally I would be compliant and help a brotha' out, but when your spare room looks like this...










You tend to rethink your options. Granted, most of this mess is mine okay, all of it but there is no way I will be able to clean this monster on my own. I was thinking of recruiting some choice and trustworthy help (i.e. the guys that do our front yard), but I not only do not have the funds for such labor but I also do not think the 'pops would be down with strangers in our home.
I was also pondering putting everything in the closet and just pretending I cleaned, but I know that one fateful day my father will decide he wants to use the closet for something industrious and I will be back to square one.

So it's back to contemplating and evaluating how long it will take me to clean this room... I say a month.


And a sad, sad month it will be...