Browsing Tag: organization
If you have small children, you have small accessories. A LOT of them. Depending on where you live, that can include mittens, beanies, scarves, umbrellas, sunglasses, hats to protect from the sun, flip-flops – you name it. If you’re lucky, like me, you live somewhere that gets seasonable weather and calls for both cold and warm-weather accessories – double the “stuff.”
I think it was somewhere between the arrival of Kid #2 and Kid #3, that I had finally had enough of trying to keep track of all of those teeny, tiny things. (You can only deal with so many meltdowns as a result of your three-year old not finding his absolute-favorite-can’t-live-without-it pair of sunglasses.) I needed to figure out some sort of easy closet organization system. We didn’t have any place for one of those cute, locker room-style mud rooms that have become so popular. I was stuck trying to make the most of a standard coat closet.
Our office tends to be the dumping ground for our family. Anything that doesn’t have a home seems to wind up getting stored in the office, leading to a large accumulation of crap stuff-I’m-sure-I’ll-need-some-day-and-can’t-possibly-throw-away.
One of the things that was taking over the office was a large amount of gift-wrapping supplies. Not only was it all over the place, it wasn’t pretty to look at and was causing a large amount of visual clutter.
Me + Visual Clutter = NOT good bed-fellows
My kitchen counters tend to be a magnet for clutter.
Mail that needs to be opened and sorted. Paperwork coming home from school. Random odds and ends that are going to some other final destination. During baseball season, I probably remove at least three baseballs per week from the counter. (I’m pretty sure that baseballs are breeding and reproducing somewhere nearby – that is the only explanation for their seemingly ever-increasing numbers.)
My boys come home from school and my kitchen island is instantly full of binders, books, reading logs, lunch boxes, water bottles and whatever else they pull out of their clown-car-esque backpacks.
