Another kid, another house, another city, another hobby, another job, another club/activity, more things taking our time. Time sure keeps moving. I wish I was able to write decently like He does, but alas, I fail miserably. We moved to a town for the house. It is a big house but awkward and does not completely fit us as I'd like. It's been miserable often. We were supposed to be able to work on it slowly before moving in, and then move in "right." Didn't happen. Best laid plans and all. So, I've been struggling with organization in this house since before Day One. We had no heat for months, moved out once, I broke my arm, and the list goes on. For Lent, I gave up my pride and have now been diagnosed with responsive depression. No real surprise. I cannot seem to get out of this.
My biggest problem is the clutter, I believe. If I could just organize it, then I could handle everything else. The amount of clutter just seems to sap all the energy I have, so I cannot clear the clutter. It's a horribly vicious cycle. One wouldn't know to look at my house or my work area, but I am rather anal in my own way. If I cannot clean and/or organize something the exact way that I want it the first go round, why bother--well, really, I just can't handle it. Something done "wrong" is worse than the clutter. I cannot function that way. I could, at least, semi-function with clutter--until recently.
SO, I have joined
I posted my before pictures so the world could see the crap in which I'm making my family live. I will slowly post my progress. Actually, I'm doing three rooms, but this post will talk about the Littles' Room. This room is the most critical with the 13.5-month-old. However, it cannot be done without the hall first being mostly done. One runs into that problem more and more I find. Uff da!
The Littles' Room used to be a living/sitting room with an attached kitchen. A schoolteacher lived here as a boarder for years I'm told. It has no doors, and for that reason, was chosen as the two littlest children's room as they need no privacy at the moment. I can see many other uses for the area with respects to a Master Bedroom, but, for now and it's the Littles' Room.
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| View to north from door |
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| Little little (big) sister's side |
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| view to west |
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| little little little brother's side |
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| view to the east |
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| old kitchen/closet |
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| old kitchen/closet |
This is actually not too bad, sadly. These were taken 1 March. I had gathered most of the toys off the floor the last day of February, but they're all still sitting in that black tote. Well, all but those that have now been taken out.
My goal in life at this moment, other than to raise good children, is to be a '50s-like housewife. My husband deserves that. My children deserve some of that (I do believe they should do some things themselves). I do apologize to my family for allowing it to get this bad. It makes me sick daily.
So this challenge came along, and I felt good enough yesterday to jump on it. I had linked up my Pinterest boards but have decided I should blog about it. For accountability's sake, and so that He could easily understand what I'm trying to do. The good man has been picking up most of my slack, but cannot keep up with the clutter as well. So, with some help, I will get this room finished. Not only organized, but I will also finish the majority of decorating/remodeling that was to happen. I will not finish the ceiling, nor get all the paint off the moulding, nor fix the windows, but the majority of the stuff that I am able to do will get finished.
The kitchen will become a closet. The tree that I want up will be up. Shelves and pictures will be hung. Unless something comes up and we cannot afford it, a rug will be purchased. However, mostly and more importantly, it will be organized. I will sort, keeping only mostly appropriately aged toys in the area. I will once again have the children decide which stuffed animals they keep. It will not be able to be this ridiculous mess that it usually is. I hope.
I have a hard time letting go, so wish me well.
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