At the moment, my head and heart actually feel quite peaceful. My kids are all in their room playing nicely together and they had a big breakfast which means they won’t be begging for lunch for another hour or two. Tomorrow afternoon, Mike and I are dropping the kids off at his parents, checking into a hotel and having nearly twenty-four hours alone! So I’m feeling pretty good. But I know if I turn around, my stomach will flip. My house is a DISASTER! And it’s an uphill battle – just last weekend, we actually had it looking pretty good. The toys were cleaned up and the kids room was spotless on Friday, I vacuumed the living room and dining area thoroughly a few days after that. Mike had picked up all the garbage, recycling and dirty clothes and put them where they belonged. And now, you’d never know any of that had been done. I hardly know where to start!! I felt like cleaning yesterday but I only made it as far as doing dishes and folding laundry. My desk needs to be cleared off and the floors desperately need sweeping and mopping. Most of all, I need organization. And space. The organizing will take work, but the space is all used up. The best thing I can do is to look around and try to figure out what can be moved, what I can get rid of, what I can pack away in the shed.
Things I can pack away:
English Corner stuff. We gave it up when no one came forward to help but we were first given all the materials and they are all sitting by my front door still, taking up precious space. It will either go in the shed or go to the church to be stored.
Kids clothes. I have one bin of Jenny’s too-small clothing and one or two of Erik’s that have no business being in the house. Out they (should) go.
Unused household items. Like my waffle maker. The one that was last used by my father when he was here visiting in 2005. The one I had never used before. Also the rice cooker (I cook my rice on the stove and it works just fine!), mini food processor and probably a dozen other small things that I imagine must be packed in the back corners of my cupboards. I know they are in there, but I have no idea what they might be because I haven’t seen them since we moved in four years ago.
Unused books that I’m not quite willing to part with. This one is iffy. I don’t really want boxes of books in my shed. But my bookcase is totally full and I really want to clear the books out that are in the open window of the dividing wall between the living room and kitchen. Some can certainly be given away and some even thrown away – can you say 2007 Sears catalogue? But some I know I will probably have to pack up and save.
Things that can be given away, thrown away or recycled:
The growing pile of junk in my bedroom that is destined for the thrift store. The one I started in June.
The masses of recycling all over the house. This part is hard and is worth explaining. The recycling depot here is in a not so nice part of town. During the day, they are open to take things inside and recycle. This requires all sorts of sorting – separating different kinds of paper, cardboard, plastic and tin. If you wait until that part is closed – around six o’clock – you can use the outside bins which do not require so much sorting. The other downside of having to go inside is that I nearly always have my children with me during the day. I will not leave them in the vehicle while I stand inside sorting things. It’s illegal. And I don’t feel like having my children taken from me because I was sorting recyclables. So, the answer is to go at night by myself. The trouble with that is that now it’s dark at six o’clock. The last time I dropped things off at night during the winter I was totally creeped out the whole time I was there. So, there lies the reason that I have so much recycling lying around. We’re talking two full small blue bins, two full diaper boxes of paper and cardboard, three full garbage bags of plastics and tin and one large blue bin full of the same. It’s pretty bad.
Things that can be moved:
The nightstand sitting in the living room. It should probably go into our bedroom, even though there is no room for it by the bed. I don’t mind our bedroom being crowded as we mostly just sleep there and don’t generally invite our friends over to hang out there. However, I greatly mind our living room being stuffed full of furniture.
The masses of paperwork, books, craft supplies and goodness knows what else on the table by the front door, the dining room table, the kitchen counter and my desk. It might not all be destined for the garbage, but it does need to find a better home.
So, that’s about it. I’m quite sure there’s more, but my mind is cluttered now and I can’t think of anything else. There goes the peaceful feeling.