Monday, December 28, 2009

Chaos...Controlled?


Popcorn's bedroom looks like this now, after 2 hours spent organizing and throwing out scraps of paper and whatnots...



Bookworm's bedroom looks like this after 2 hours of sorting, and discussing how every single trinket or scrap of paper she wants to save for sentimental reasons are taking over her life...


The front entry way looks like this where Bookworm has now finished building her furniture, with my help of course, and has now moved on to painting. Her father tried to convince her to paint it all antique white... Apparently she has more of her mother in her than he thought, because every single piece is a different color. Kind of like some of the walls in houses we've had in the past...


After lecturing my children on the unkempt state of their rooms, I wandered into mine.


My only excuse is, I was sick...And I'm lazy...And I've been stressed....And I'm not like my sister Paula, who becomes very organized in times of stress, or my sister Dawn, who is a librarian, and therefore organizes in her sleep...I seek refuge in naps. Lots of naps. Or, I read ten million books, so I don't have to think about the woes I have...

I also tend to start a million projects, never completing any of them...



Kind of like deciding yesterday evening to pack up all of the Christmas stuff, because my house was too cluttered. I pulled it all out in a rush the day before Studmuffin's surgery, and didn't pack away enough of our normal decorations, so I was unable to ever truly put anything away neatly, because every nook and cranny was filled with "stuff." The same sort of stuff, I'd been nagging my girls about...



So, for now, I'm going to go lie down on Bookworm's bed, and admire the lack of piles in her room....

Or perhaps I'll sit in Popcorn's butterfly chair and admire the organized bins of toys...






Or, I will get off of my duff and clean this mess I have started, because cleaning their rooms really did help me feel a million times better about my world in general.

6 comments:

Marilyn said...

Noooo, You are not like your sisters, you are like your mother in the fact that you flit from one job to another and therefore don't get anything done. Get over it, It is a hard life. HA

The Lumberjack's Wife said...

Oh, I totally need to organize my whole house. I know I will feel better once I do it. It's just getting the drive to start it!

Dawn said...

The trick is to keep projects out of the living room! Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't!

Marilyn said...

I do love you and I didn't mean that in a bad way. You are not a hoarder as your mother is so you naturally don't have the clutter.

Southern Gal said...

Oh my. I think you must be my long lost sister. I have a pack rat of a daughter who saved pieces of PINE STRAW from my parents' yard when we thought they would have to move. She was five. I found the straw, pieces of tissue she used every night to wipe away the tears, candy wrappers from grandparents and on and on. My boys are the same about small toys. I can't win for losing. AND I love to lose myself in a book. Escape to another world for a while. I would love to finish a book and look up at a spotless house. It'll never happen. Naps. Those are good.

Sarah Castor said...

Yes, naps are the key to escaping reality! Haha! You can use my similar excuse for being late to things, when you were born, God decided there were too many people in your family that were excellent at organizing and such and so God decided you didn't necessarily need to be as tight in that fashion. Haha! And if everyone in the world was great at organizing and such and cleaning and cooking and being a fabulous mother and being awesome in general, we would all grow to be stepford wives and we all know how scary that is! No worries for you because on top of being awesome in general, you are a great cook, mother, and currently the adult with 2 hard working arms, so who cares about the clutter! Besides, where would the dust bunnies live? Oh, that's right, my house! haha! Love you! Hope to see you Friday if the weather permits! (By the way, I believe I just rambled on and on and on and on about the same thing 20 times. I did not get my mother's to the point-ness. I like to ramble though because you get more incite to what is truly being said with no assumptions!)

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