Living in south central Texas (as opposed to in the upper midwest of the United States) has two gigantic pitfalls:
- Summer – Not only is it six to eight months long, but it throws 66 days of over 100 degree temperatures when you’re in your third trimester.
- Basements do not exist.
The former, I’m very slowly adapting to. The limited amounts of wind chill, below freezing temperatures, and snow aid immensely with this adjustment.
The latter is becoming more and more problematic.
We’ve gone from Just the Two of Us to adding The Tackler and Lil Diva.
With each child the Amount of Crap increases exponentially.
So in four years we’ve gone from Closets Near Capacity to Where the %*&)(@% Am I Supposed to Put This?
I spent all of last weekend sequestered away – mostly in the master bedroom that has doubled as a storage room since The Baby Girl Clothes Siege began in early 2010 – as Lil Diva outgrew the first batch of clothing and new ones took their place, the castoffs had nowhere to go, and began piling up, procreating, and producing offspring.
When Lil Diva became mobile, my son became The Tackler of Tiny Sister and I didn’t get 20 seconds to pee, much less organize and find a place for everything.
And the clothing, left unchecked, reproduced faster than rabbits.
I’m buried. And I can’t take it anymore.
I know I’m part of the problem. I have slight hoarding tendencies. I admit it. I don’t like to get rid of anything in case it could be useful in the future or anything of sentimental value.
Much of it could go. All of the newborn/baby items technically are done with their usefulness. I’m not planning on having a third child.
Key word: planning.
How many people do I know who didn’t plan on having another child – some who had fertility issues conceiving, one who even had a vasectomy reverse itself – and yet Surprise Child made an appearance?
A few too many to just write off the possibility of it happening.
Right now I’m happy with two children, but will I still feel that way in two years?
I like to be prepared for every possible scenario, and until I can rule out Child #3, I can’t bring myself to clear away all of the items No Longer of Use.
Hence, the Where The *&)(@%* Do I Put This? problem.
My previous home in the Midwest had a huge basement – I had an office, recreation room, bedroom, full bathroom, laundry room, work closet, and storage closet all just in the basement.
I really really really miss it.
Oh to not have a playroom on my main floor, directly by the front door, so exploded toys aren’t the first thing any guest sees.
Oh to have a way to block off the noise.
Oh to have the storage space so we could reclaim the garage that is now sharing the burden our already large closets are incapable of containing.
Oh to have an inter-dimensional portal to store excess items……….
How do you organize your house to “fit” into it? Because I could really use some help here….