I'm not done. I only vacuumed one room of the whole house and if you don't vacuum often, you can take crumbs into bed with you. (Blech.) I've been tossing around ideas in my head of how to avoid that from investing in patio furniture and eating all of our meals outside (But what about rain?) to investing in all sizes of soft slippers and refusing anyone entry into our house unless they swap their shoes out for some (I feel that my guests might find this off-putting.) to purchasing enough sheet sets that they can be replaced and laundered daily. (But the way I do laundry, I'd probably have to buy seven sheet sets per bed. This is financially inadvisable.)
I noticed that when I'd get Lola out of her crib in the morning, she'd have random toys in there with her, sometimes a stray sock or shoe. And the formal dining room off our living room was the play room, but the toys had a way of migrating everywhere (living room, kitchen, hallway, my bedroom; perfectly poised for me to step on in the dark when I get up to pee.) and I had just plain had enough.
So, I enacted a new rule today. "No toys anywhere but the new, improved playroom." I took the biggest bedroom in our house and moved all the toys out of the kids' rooms and into it. Also all of the art supplies. (Which makes the fact that Abbey ground an entire red oil pastel into the carpet of that room a good thing now!) In the kids' bedrooms are their books, their beds, and their clothes and shoes. THAT'S IT.
They're really excited about the playroom. I, on the other hand, couldn't even stand on my own legs anymore after moving all that furniture around. (I don't think I'm supposed to admit that because a correlation may be drawn between that fact and the $28 of Girl Scout cookies I purchased.) (Don't judge me.)
But there's still so much to do. I am exhausted. I hope there's enough Advil in my purse for tomorrow.
A picture of said playroom would be nice. And empty boxes of girl scout cookies strewn about.
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