Moving my disaster to a more public area
A few weeks ago I started reading a book called Simplicity Parenting.
I don't know about your house, but in our house this is the time of year when STUFF becomes a very big issue. There are constant battles over screen time (turn off the damn tv! No ipod during the week! no wii today!), the constant nagging in response to "I am bored" (Why aren't you playing with all THIS STUFF??), etc.
I was also intrigued by this author's (a former waldorf teacher) thought that a quirky kid + stress = total chaos.
Because Jack is obviously a quirky kid.
Anyway, I started to read this book and really internalize some of his messages about less.* And then I started to clean stuff out around here.
I have been consistently doing a HUGE purge once a year since we left the little house nearly 3 years ago. I decided when we were moving that I really only wanted stuff I loved in this house. But along the way that vision gets a little muddled in kids and infertility battles and life.
So we spent all of last week making a huge garage sale pile in the garage. I went through every drawer, every closet, etc.
And then I tacked the big job - giving up my sewing room to make room for another baby.
I thought I might be sad about that - I have had my own private space since 2002.
But I don't. In fact, I am ever grateful for this big house (the best gift my grandpa could have ever given us) because there is not only room for another baby, but there is room upstairs for me to still have all my stuff!
After much, much, much whittling down my stuff moved in here, what used to be our office area.
And the only sewing room is now nearly empty. I need to put some stuff into our basement office area and then we are ready to paint and turn this into a room for Sammi.
I actually like having my sewing machine in the open. Well, sort of open. This was my grandparents dining room. Because of the little people I had to choose a space I could baby gate off. Otherwise Sammi was particularly fond of going in there and finding every last sharpie on earth.
The real bonus of having it open is accountability. Before I started this move the sewing room was piled 4 feet high with stuff. You could barely fit in the door again. There is no chance in hell I will let that happen within 4 feet of my front door.
I can see my pretty fabrics.
And a whole closet has been condensed to a shelf. I am looking for some closed containers that will fit though. I don't like seeing that mess when you come in our front door.
And this is the massive garage sale pile. It doesn't look so massive here, but it is easily 4 feet tall and taking up half the one car garage.
And the garage sale is on the calendar for next weekend.
Now I need to try and hire a painter. I am too tired and pregnant to climb up and down a ladder if I can avoid it.* This morning I was making breakfast and came in the living room to find Jack watching some very bloody boxing. Which is totally not okay with me. I am seriously considering how to simplify the screen time issue with him. In that midst of that I am pondering the book's recommendation of NO screens for kids under 6 for the littlest people. I am totally NOT anti-tv or whatever, BUT (and this is a huge but) it is honestly one less thing to argue about, bargain about, discuss, hear about, etc. It just so happens that I have been watching Frontier House on the satellite and last night one of the kids was discussing his experience living *in 1883* and he said "I found my imagination." It was the perfect time for me to hear that as I continue to struggle with Jack. (Who really seems to have lost his imagination when he transitioned to full time school this year.)