I blame that scenario on the current state of affairs - total disorganization. See, I concentrated on getting the kids settled as quickly as I could so when I unpacked non-kid boxes, like kitchenware for example, I didn't give an awful lot of thought to where things should go. This house is fairly big and has a ton of storage space, which is great - if you're organized. Ten years on however, I can't find a thing.
Things are coming to a head. I'm about to blow. I can't stand it any longer.
Get the picture?
So - in a few weeks, when I was going to go on a trip with the Ball & Chain (no kids will be at home), I'm actually going to stay home and jolly well get things sorted out.
All Halloween decorations will be put in one box and stored in a place where I don't have to move it every day. Youngest son's closet (currently full of clothes that he'll grow into) will be reorganized so that we don't have to have a trying-on session every day to find something to wear. Older son's closet (currently full of toys he hasn't looked at in 8 years) will be emptied and contents donated to school garage/jumble sale. An assumption will be made that if the ex-Queenager hasn't taken items to college in the past two and a half years, she probably doesn't want them, and they too will be donated. Unless I take a fancy to them, that is.
My kitchen will be cleared of all vases that I neither like nor want, tupperware will be matched with a lid that fits or will meet its maker, and rusty cutlery is going out too. Books that are meant for toddlers (yes, we still have some) will be donated to the school used book sale and last but not least, the coat cupboard will be sorted into what fits, what gets worn and what we'll need for the arctic weather that's soon to descend upon us.
Aaahh. I feel better already.
