Where oh where have I been?
I’ve been purging again. Junk that is, not um, you know, otherwise.
I was doing pretty well working on little corners of my home and it was making a difference. I organized, tossed and redistributed all my messy spots. The only problem was that little word – redistribute. When I don’t know where something goes, I toss it into a bin or basket. I have the greatest of intentions with those bins, but alas, they just stayed there, stacked upon each other, mocking me with their faux organization. I glared at them, threatened them and hid them, but still they remained.
Last week I had enough. I contacted a sort of real life-mostly internet friend who used to be a professional organizer. I hired her and she drove 3 hours with her children to come help us and our mess.
All the children were wonderfully well behaved, even the two year olds who went without a nap and their mothers’ attentions all day. Philip took the afternoon off to wrangle the children and make food runs.
We worked hard all day, dumping out our bins of shame, tossing out most of it and finding a place for the rest. At the end of the day, both Philip and I had a pile of “homework” to finish and – get this- I can see the carpet in the entrance hallway! And all of the bins downstairs are gone. Gone, I tell you! Some of them were re-purposed, one is temporarily holding things that I ‘m giving away or selling and 3 are sitting completely empty. AND we have a system for dealing with mail. Amazing.
So over the last few days I’ve been away from the computer, finishing my homework. Besides schooling the children, doing laundry, and changing diapers, I’ve been putting away all the things we identified that went into other rooms. The upside to all of this, besides all the new found space, is that I am so motivated to keep up the rest of the house.
I love internet-turned-real-life friends! Jen (yes, another one!) did a really great job. She even made me tackle a closet that I thought looked pretty darn good. We found Bip’s social security card, a pair of long-long and much missed Becca shoes, a Thomas Kinkade print that I forgot we had and an embarrassing amount of cash. Oh, and Mom, I found those Longaberger checks.
So that’s where I’ve been. I have some emails that I need to reply so if you’re waiting to hear from me, I’ll be getting to you by tomorrow. But only after I do another little dance in my empty hallway.