It’s that time of year when everyone starts opening their windows and dragging bags and boxes of junk out of their homes in an attempt to clean, organize and usher in a new, airier season. I love the idea of spring cleaning, but in practice? I’m pretty useless. An informal poll of people who know me will show that I am regularly voted Least Organized Person To Ever Live. I’m also reigning champion of the Least Likely To Get Off Her Bum And Do Stuff (please don’t make me do stuff!) award, so that doesn’t help. The spring cleaning bug usually manifests itself in my life by me finally taking out the last 3 months worth of recycling, dragging out the vacuum and maybe Febreezing the hell out of the curtains.
This year, though, I’m backed into a bit of a corner. As you may or may not be aware, I’m currently very knocked up, and in about eleven weeks, that is going to mean a fourth permanent resident in our already very cramped 2 bedroom flat. Babies, while tiny, accumulate a lot of very large accessories. We don’t currently have the time/money to move, so making the most of our little bit of space is the only option. How to actually do that, though, is utterly and completely beyond me.
I’ve purchased plastic bins for my 4 year old’s toys, and even managed to go through said toys, getting rid of all the broken ones and separating them by type. The neatness there lasted about 2 weeks. Now we’ve just got overflowing toy bins everywhere. Clothing is another huge problem for me. Our dryer broke a few months back and I’m stuck using clothes horses, which means that I can only do a couple loads of laundry every two days. Unfortunately, that leaves me with an enormous (and never ending) pile of laundry waiting to be done… and no place to put it. It lives on our bedroom floor, and I call it Jeremy.
So, as a last resort, I am reaching out to you. All you lovely, organized people out there on the Internet (Why does spell check insist that we capitalize “Internet”? I mean, does something that specializes almost entirely in porn and talking cat pictures really deserve that kind of status?). Somebody out there must have some sort of idea how I can fit another human being in this little shoe box. Help. PLEASE.