On Saturday night I cracked open my trusty journal, the one I use to write the maudlin stuff none of you want to see or the more concerning stuff I feel is safest to keep from you, and I wrote “Slowly, step by step I’m taking control of the house. I am determined to be in charge of the mess and to no longer be ruled by the chaos.
In the morning M said to me “I finally feel like there’s a light at the end of the tunnel. I feel like we’re finally back in control of our lives.” For the record, M does not read my journal, not because I don’t let him, but because he doesn’t want to. So it was beyond odd that we’d stumbled on the same thought at the exact same time. Well, not that odd, we do sorta kinda share a brain, but oddish. I looked around our room where I’d been standing finally sorting outgrown baby clothes into bins according to size and age. I glanced at the armchair that until last week had housed our insane pile of laundry. And then I looked back at him and nodded.
Over the last couple of weeks I’ve been tackling the house corner by corner. I started with the laundry. I assigned a laundry basket to each girl and started putting their clothes in them instead of letting them pile up on the chair. Grown-up clothes get folded as soon as they come out of the dryer. It’s amazing how much easier it is to fold a handful of large t-shirts when they’re not tangled in a mass of tiny onesies. In one weekend I conquered the laundry beast that had been tormenting us forever.
Having taken care of the hulking pile of laundry, I turned my attention to the next most urgent issue, the laundry supply cupboard. For some reason for the longest time ever it hasn’t bothered me that every time I opened the cupboard door I had to shield myself with one hand to protect myself from whatever was going to fly out as I maneuvered the laundry detergent out with the other. Then I had to do some serious shoving and pushing to get the thing back in. Today, that chaos is a thing of the past.
Have no fear, there’s still a lot that needs to be conquered. Like the underside of the bathroom sink, for instance.
But we’re getting there. Corner by corner, room by room. Seriously, I’m even measuring windows to see about getting curtains for some of the more neglected rooms. Curtains, people, that’s huge for us. That’s a world away from where we were just a few months ago.
As I cleaned and organized this weekend I wondered what it was that had caused such a radical shift in the space/mess continuum of our lives. And then I figured it out.
Can you guess?
That’s right. It’s sleep. Sweet glorious, life changing sleep. For the last month Little L has been sleeping through the night. All of a sudden we have energy to clean up and organize, and more importantly all of a sudden we actually care enough to actually do it. And all it took was a little sleep and a gajillion boxes from Costco. Go figure!