Some of you saw the picture of my girls in their playroom that ran in Southern Living a few months ago. The picture was actually taken a couple of years ago, and Julia, my youngest, starts kindergarten next week. Whoa!
This is not a post about how sad I am that my baby is growing up. I've got a little of that going on . . . but mostly I'm looking forward to having big blocks of time to write and paint. Significant time. MY time.
My house has been absolutely driving me crazy for a while. Happy meal toys are stuffed in the cracks in the floor boards, playdough is oozing like mortar from holes in our walls, stacks of paper and art projects threaten to topple over and cause serious bodily harm if they are not whacked down. Soon.
I was going to wait until the kids started school next week to start a massive cleaning out binge, but then, I realized . . . do I really want to spend a week of my writing time cleaning and organizing?? Uh, no. So . . . here's what our playroom used to look like.
Here's what it looks like this morning.
I will post "after" pictures later. I'm waiting on some large men to come and help me move some large furniture, and I have a tiny construction project to tackle . . . and a desk to paint (one BIG reason for the reorg is to get the kid's computer downstairs where I can see what's going on).
It feels good to purge. And, my kids are helping me fill donation boxes with toys they no longer play with (I wasn't sure how well this would work, and we've had a few battles . . . but overall it's been fine).
Now, back to my rake.
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