I love my house. We have more than enough space for the five of us that live here and therein lies the problem. Somehow, in the three and a half years we’ve lived in our house we’ve managed to fill it up with stuff. We’re not as bad as to end up on Style Network’s Clean House, but give me two years and we could be there. It’s amazing how three children accumulate so much. It’s a blessing that my husband and I are able to provide them with toys and it doesn’t hurt that I can rarely pass up a good bargain. So, the end result is too much stuff and a serious lack of organization.

And now that I’ve identified the problem, my husband and I are working toward a solution. To date we’ve provided each child with his/her own bedroom. So all four of our bedrooms have been occupied — at least the first part of the night — by sleeping bodies. After 2 a.m. we frequently end up with a slumber party in my bedroom, but I digress. Right now a great solution seems to bunk up my daughters who beg to sleep in the same room almost nightly and surrender the vacant room to toys. Theoretically this would free up our downstairs and bonus room for the soon-to-be Master of Disaster who is now crawling and standing and will be walking before I know it. Better judgement dictates that Polly Pockets and toddlers aren’t friends, so this way the girls would have a “big-girl” play area and the baby would have a choking-free play zone. Right?

And so it begins. Progress updates will be provided. Or more tequila will be consumed. Or both.

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