O.
O is for, Octopus? No.
Owl? No.
Oval? No.
Actually the word of the day around the Evolving Mommy household today is: Organization!
More like, Organization is the word of the week around here. It sure is handy that Luke has this week off because it’s time for our annual “Oh crap, where are we going to put all of our Christmas goodies Organize-athon.”
Christmas was last week, wow time flies, but we are still digging out of our piles of boxes, clothes and new toys. There is still a big mess of wrapping paper rolls, unused ribbons, boxes and gifts tags living on my bedroom floor. The tubs of Christmas gifts still sitting around my house waiting to be put away is slightly embarrassing.
Last night Luke and I put up new shelves in Maddy’s closet to make room for all of the new toys and crafting supplies from her Christmas haul. We were then able to organize her room and now I just want to hang out in her closet and look at how nice and organized and pretty it is in there with its pretty new shelves and cute colored fabric totes.
Nothing is safe from the organizing Mama, the kitchen drawers, the bathroom cupboards in all the bathrooms, all the closets in the house, the basement, the garage, the extra bedroom…
I am pumped.
Luke is pumped, and currently spending the morning (and a fortune, I’m sure) at The Home Depot and Target for our second round of supplies.
Maddy is pumped? Well, more like slightly confused and really excited about playing with everything we touch or move in our reorganizing journey. Of course that means that every toy that has been hiding in the recesses of her big walk-in closet is suddenly fun again only to be forgotten minutes later when she notices another toy/stuffed animal/box/plastic hanger that has been moved by Luke or me during the organization process. I love her more than anything but attempting to organize and clean with her is kind of like working with the Tasmanian Devil.
If only she could use her powers for good and work so quickly and efficiently to clean up the messes instead of making them.
Wish me luck friends, we are in this for the long-haul. Oh, and if you don’t hear from me soon send some coffee and a sandwich I maybe stuck under a super-sized pile of plastic storage totes and in desperate need of caffeine and sustenance.
