Organization

Ugh! It's that time again. It's time to get things put in a place and not just thrown into a corner or closet or wherever it will fit. I know it has to be done, but I don't want to. Normally, I don't have an issue with it. I just feel so overwhelmed at this point.

I have already cleaned out the baby's closets and drawers. The big girl is at a sleep over and today would be the best time to get her's done. I may have hubby take the other two with him to pick her up. That would give me time to do the boy's clothes. And I wish it were just the clothes. There are all the toys.

The baby is great at spreading her toys all over her room. If I step on one more Polly Pocket shoe or tiny lego or some other sharp, pointy thing that really hurts, I may explode with rage. The shoes used to be made of really soft plastic and they only stuck to your foot and felt uncomfortable. Now they're hard plastic and hurt like the dickens. And when I say her toys are all over her room, I mean every corner, every base board is covered. You can't see it. She has a day bed that sits pretty high off the ground. It scares me when I have to go under her bed to look for stuff. Maybe I should do it when hubby is home so he can help rescue me. Or I'll just tie a rope around my waist and try to pull myself out.

The boy has a huge toy box. His is the bottom bunk of a trundle bed. The whole drawer is super full. I need him to crawl behind it and get all of the toys that have fallen under his bed or out of the drawer. That is a scary thought as well. He also has a tendency to put his clothes in there. I found several socks, no pairs. Single socks that don't match. I'd like to know where the other ones are. No, wait, I take that back. When he starts wearing mismatched pajamas, I send him into the toy box. If he can't find his favorite shirt, into the toy box. The day he falls into another dimension and doesn't come back will be his own fault. I'll do what I can to find the dimension, but really, in a 9 year old's room, there are so many.

I have to say that our closet is the worst. It's the catch everything, not just the catch all. Company's coming, where do I put this? Oh, yeah. The closet is stuffed as full as it's going to get. I need to go through clothes (ugh!), clean out all the trash, and find a place for all the stuff we need to keep. There are some days I don't want to keep any of it. I would just rather get a dumpster and heave it all. It's the commercial where the woman goes to open the closet and everything falls on top of her. Yeah, that's where I'll be. Buried under a huge pile of shit!

I guess instead of griping about it, I just need to get started. Wish me luck!