Clutter

I find myself day dreaming of organization. Baskets and tubs and shelves for everything, room for all the stuff we have accumulated. A home with enough rooms for our children to only share with one other sibling, where they will have room for their things. A home where nothing is all over the floor simply because there is no where else to put it. I long for a garage where I can keep extra drawers with the off-season clothing, so that on those freak warm days in the spring that only last a week, my kids aren't dying in their jeans and sweaters because their t-shirts are in storage.

I would love to have a laundry room where the dirty clothes go each night rather than filling up a basket in a bedroom to overflowing. Cupboards and drawers in the bathroom for all of my hair products and beauty things, where everything can live and is within arms reach while I am in the shower. A closet with enough space to hold my clothes and shoes, so that nothing is piled on top of each other and what I want is easy to find.

My life is hard enough without the piles of clothes and books and bags on the floor at the foot of my bed, waiting to trip me in the dark hours of the morning. Without the minefield of toys in the kids' room when I precariously pick my way through to wake them in the morning. All of the clutter and the mess only makes me more stressed, adding to my frustration and putting me that much closer to the breaking point. And yet, all I can do is dream, because for right now, all of the stuff, like me, has nowhere else to go.