We started in on the basement one week ago.
It began as a simple project – just replacing our small, very dated TV stand with a much larger unit someone had given us.
But that project lead to rearranging book shelves, which lead to replacing the nasty metal craft cupboard, which lead to…
You get the picture.
By the time we went to bed last Saturday we had created a monster of a project.
Every inch of available floor space was covered with stuff – all of the contents of the craft cupboard, books, toys, boxes, totes.
Just to get a jar of spaghetti sauce from the pantry shelves one had to first scale “mount donate”, leap over two tubs of playmobil, and zigzag through boxes of apples, spaghetti squash and random canning jars.
Twas a massive project.
I have touched a million little pieces and made a million little decisions. Marbles. Colored pencils. Paper of all kinds. Movies. CD’s. Books. Beads. Yarn. String. Puppets. Props. Costumes. Sewing patterns. Fabric. Games. Paints. Glues.
Even a disco ball.
It has taken me a week – but I see the light at the end of the tunnel, or at the least patches of carpet under the piles.
But it will soon be streamlined and organized.
Neat and clean.
And it will look better – much better.
And someday – hopefully – I will replace the millions of brain cells I lost in the midst of all those pieces.
Someone send chocolate.