Well, if you have to turn 30, this weekend was definitely the way to do it.
I got to sleep in, and then PH fed me breakfast. He then produced two awesome gifts – A 9 bin shelving set for organizing the toys in Owl’s room (because the pile-everything-in-a-heap method wasn’t really working) and METAMAUS, which is a book ALL ABOUT THE WRITING OF MAUS.
Is that nerdtacular or what??
So I read Metamaus until Owl’s nap time, and then we started cleaning.
Expired/Unused product from my bathroom filled HALF A GARBAGE BAG
In the afternoon my friends arrived and they helped me go through my coat closet, my shoe rack, and (most dauntingly) Owl’s bedroom closet.
You could say that Owl helped, too... if by "helped" you meant "picked things out of the garbage and placed them on the Farm Fairy's baby's head".
I packed away stuff he has outgrown, agreed to donate certain things that I don’t mind re-obtaining for my next child, and clapped with glee as his impossible-to-open closet became a tidy, well-sorted space that my child could enter safely without, oh, say, a COFFEE TABLE falling on his head.
You think I'm joking about the coffee table, but I'm not. Trust me, this is much better.
THANK YOU, PERFECT HUSBAND. This works so much better than the jumbled floor heap.
Oh, and the red chair
Which we offered up for free on Craigslist TWICE
and the awkwardly large coffee table
Though it did match the floors beautifully
were removed from my living room, which now actually has several contiguous feet of open space for the first time in years.
We can even fit people into the living room, now!
Then we went out for a steak dinner.
So, in the last week we have removed 18 garbage bags’ worth of stuff from our house, destined for either the dump or Value Village.
A small sampling of our refuse
Owl’s room is so tidy it looks almost barren, but the walls are not – the cross stitches that I have been storing for a shamefully long time are finally in their rightful places.
and while there is still work to be done in the bedroom and general organization needs to happen on our bookshelves, I feel quite pleased with the results.
On Sunday we went to Ikea to use the gift cards that my friends happened to give me (which I’m sure was an excellent coincidence has nothing to do with PH winking and nodding at my friends when I exclaimed in glee over their good choices).
Now we have small, moveable tables for the living room (much better for a small space) and Owl finally has his own chair.
I feel almost like a grownup.