Today I’m ready to raise the white flag and finally admit defeat: I can not keep my house in any kind of order. It’s in a constant state of disaster. For a year now, I’ve battled the mess, but one can only suffer defeat so many times before apathy sets in. Looking out on my domestic battlefield, I may actually be too tired to care anymore.
I want to blame it on the house. It’s cute, but it’s all of nine feet wide. The playroom is the dining room, which is also the living room and the entrance way. There are no shelves (hard to hang anything from hundred-year-old exposed brick); there are no closets. Even just one downstairs would be nice: I could throw a few things in boxes and close the door, and that at least would give me some (false) sense of tidiness. It was bad enough before, but now I’m trying to homeschool, which means more books, craft supplies, binders, papers, markers. Where am I supposed to put it all?
It doesn’t seem fair to be constantly nagging my daughters about tidying up, since the space they have to play in is so limited. Where B and I see mess, they see important scenes they’ve created with their imaginations and anything (and everything) on hand. And that’s part of the problem: They like to play with tiny things — puzzle pieces, mini blocks, parts that once belonged to something else, plastic beads they got at their first parade, play food, you name it.
Trying to find homes for all of these disparate pieces is a Herculean task. The bins I bought to be those homes have become toys themselves — cribs, boats, houses, traveling carriers. My last-resort idea is to get another large canvas toy bin for everything to be thrown in together, but where to find the floor space? B and I have already purged a lot and put items in our over-loaded basement. We’re trying to teach our girls to put things away, but in order for them to do that in any habitual way, each plaything must have a home.
I can blame our house and bemoan the girl’s play habits, but the truth is, it’s also my fault. Organization just doesn’t come naturally to me. I always thought I was pretty organized, but that’s because I was hanging out with people far more disorganized than I am…
So, I’m left with one conclusion: It’s time for a new house! Which is also overwhelming to think about, but I’m sensing my desperation will serve as a great motivator. I know that a new house won’t magically make our home all orderly and zen-like, but it can only help. (Please tell me it will help…) I don’t want a giant home, but I’ll take something a little bigger — and some storage, people!
Ok, enough venting; we probably all need a drink after that! How about this ginger and peach soda, with a little vodka to top it off? I love ginger, and there are some gorgeous peaches still in season around here right now, so it looks like a winner to me. As for my high and low this week:
Low: Well, I just talked your ear off about my low. Enough said.
High: An unexpected gift from a friend that reminded me how well cared for I am this life.
Bonus question: Are you a neat freak, a clutter bug, or somewhere in between? I consider myself somewhere in the middle, leaning towards the latter but with a desire to be the former.
Your turn! How was your week? What’s happening in your world? Hope you have a slow and happy weekend, and I’ll see you back here on Monday.
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