I've spent a ridonkulous amount of time cleaning and organizing inside our house lately.
And by 'ridonkulous', I mean...
I have looked down into the deep, dark abyss of many a storage tub full of the most random of toys, many of them smaller than my pinky toe (hello legos! kinex! color loops! crayons! markers! I love you and hate you at the same time), and almost cried as I began the sorting out process. And after much sorting, subdividing, scrubbing, folding up, hanging up and stacking up, I have come to the following conclusions...
1. My family members are hoarders.
2. My family members are stuffers.
3. My family members are wedgers.
4. We have too much stuff.
5. The only thing more daunting than a family of hoarders, stuffers and wedgers is adding an 18-month-old into the mix who follows me around and empties out my cupboards.
But press on I shall! Actually we have made major progress and are nearing the end of this long, sordid journey of home organization. I am determined to see this project through to the very end, for several reasons...
(sorry, anther list)
1. I am not currently pregnant.
2. I am not currently nursing a wee babe and/or sleep deprived.
3. For the last two years I was either pregnant or nursing a wee babe, and most definitely sleep deprived, so I fell way behind.
4. We are starting homeschool in the fall, and since we are going to all be home a lot more, we need more structure to our cleaning-up routines around the house. My first priority this summer is to develop a place for everything, put everything in its place, and teach my kids how to do the same.
5. We are not done having kids (Lord willing), so I want to have my 'stuff' together when the day arrives that we find #4 is on the way.
6. Our house is fairly small, and it takes a small amount of ingenuity to keep from feeling like we are piling things on top of ourselves. Maybe someday I'll write a post about ways I've implemented to be organized in a small home.
My mothering these days is highly focused on teaching our little whipper-snappers how to be responsible and take good care of our home and their stuff. Oh my, it is a battle. It seems like they can dismantle a week's worth of organizing in a single hour. It hasn't been without some frustrating moments, but for the most part they are doing a good job of helping out. They mean well, it's just that sometimes they get funny ideas about stuff, such as stealing all of my sandwich bags to put their dvd discs in, since they don't see the need to find the case that it actually belongs in.
So I offer a whopping dose of guidance on these kinds of matters.
The inclination to create order is down in them deep somewhere, it just doesn't always come out in the most helpful of ways.
My husband, although not an organizer by nature, has also been a big help, especially in the area of heavy-lifting. And moral support. And hauling stuff out the door.
Thankfully, 'mother Daisy' and 'mother nature' are taking care of the other two big projects we have going on around here...
The puppies. Oh, the puppies. They are growing wonderously. This picture was actually taken about a week ago. Their eyes are open and they're beginning to be a little more coordinated about crawling around now. We just go sit and watch them a couple times a day, and soak up their cuteness as much as we can. The cuteness... It is so profound, and also so short-lived, as they will one day soon go to live with their forever families, so we just nuzzle and kiss them as much as we can.
I'm so thankful that Daisy is doing pretty much all the work on this one. It endears her to me even more.
We mothers gotta stick together.
Or something like that.
And the garden, well...
...it looks mahvelous.
I realize it doesn't look all that mahvelous in this picture. But I haven't taken any garden pictures for a couple weeks, so this is as good as it gets.
I'm very thankful that mother nature is handling all of the garden's needs at the moment. And Mr. Blue Eyes... He tilled up all the little weeds about a week ago. And Short Stack. I send him out to shovel up weeds every afternoon.
Oh hee hee hee ha ha...
I may going a little bonkers from all the organizing I've been doing.
One of these days I'm going to sit down on a beach somewhere, read a book, and sip on an ice cold margarita.
But today ain't that day.
I have a couple closets and a desk just waiting for my attention.