This afternoon I cleaned out a set of cupboards that held a metric assload of craft stuff for the kids which looked really bad. And by "bad" I mean it looked like what would happen if Hobby Lobby turned into a black hole and imploded on itself. Just like that. Total and complete disarray. And the next shelf up held all of my plastic Rubbermaid storage, also in fearful shape.
The thing is, we are cutting down on our plastic usage, not just the BPA-containing plastics which are not welcome in my house, but general plastic use where we reasonably can. For example, while I still store foods in plastic, like the kids' preschool lunches, I try not to put hot foods in it or ever heat items in plastic, especially for the kids.
So I bought two lidded 18 piece sets of Pyrex sets a few weeks ago and needed somewhere to put all that glass. The craft stuff went out of the cabinet, the plastic got reduced by a third and moved up a shelf and the glassware went on the bottom shelf, for easy access. I am sure if I hid it away it wouldn't get used as much as it should.
The craft items were banished to various points in the house, but it all ended up quite well organized. The whole process took the entire afternoon, which is pretty ridiculous. I guess that give you an idea of just how bad it was, huh?
Tomorrow I have teacher conferences midday and then I plan on hitting the nursery (no one's in it right now) and de-cluttering it. Thanks to the generosity of friends with little girls and an eye for sales, I have enough baby girl clothes to clothe the Dionne Quintuplets, especially the early months. So the plan is to organize all of that and make it look presentable in case we decide to give Babybeast the boot from her present location in our room. As if an infant cares what their room looks like, right?
To tell you the truth, and this is no surprise to some, but I really don't like housework. And I'm not very diligent at getting it done, especially with the three little "helpers" I have. Sure the babies get fed and bathed and the really nasty things get done (I have some standards, people!), but I'd much rather read than spot clean the carpet, put away the laundry, or scrub that mysterious sticky substance off the inside of the fridge. So there's my confession. And if you gather nothing else from this entry, then take this in: don't even think of driving by the house and dropping in without calling beforehand.