Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Spring Cleaning Only Makes a Bigger Mess

Tom would be completely mortified if he knew I was posting these pictures on the web for posterity, but I just want the world to know that sometimes, this is my world. I've been complaining for months about the chaos in the house as we try to reorganize and prepare for John's arrival. I've also been complaining that for a long time, my office has become the dumping ground for everything in the house that needs to go "somewhere". Here are the pictures to prove it:



It's a wonder I get anything written at this desk.



Especially since my office also doubles as Sam's playroom for the time being.
All these containers are the result of having no bookcases in the house and an overzealous grandmother who will not stop buying books that are totally inappropriate for curiously destructive babies. Give an 18 month old a $25 dollar pop up book? I don't think so... As a result, guess where they end up? In a box... in my office...



This is our bedroom and the explosion that resulted when I unpacked my summer maternity clothes, a big container of girl clothes the aforementioned overzealous grandmother got us over a year ago *just in case*, all of Sam's outgrown summer clothes, and all of the winter clothes I had stored away because for three winters in a row I have either been pregnant or too fat to wear them. At some point I need to reconsolidate everything I didn't give away, consign, or burn. But since Sam likes to help, and Tom is never home before 7pm, here it all sits.



Here is the hall with the remnants of the things that were stored in Sam's new bedroom closet. The mattresses have to go to the garage, but only after we bring all of the outgrown baby equipment up to the now-vacant nursery. I have to go through the pillows and organizational stuff and figure out what to keep and what to toss.



You will notice the animal cracker trail leading out from the bedroom. Obviously, Sam is afraid of getting lost in there and is channeling Hansel and Gretel...

In the meantime, I have a book to finish. And as I sit here, I am torn. Do I finish the book that has literally been my all-consuming project for two years? Do I clean the house? Which thing screaming at me for my attention do I let sit some more? It is driving me absolutely to distraction.

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