Time to tame the animals...
I hate clutter... loathe it. If I had no kids my house would be spotless... at least superficially. I admit that I am a "shover" and will take a pile of paper and shove it into an already jam-packed drawer just to have a clean surface. But clean surfaces, for me, are a thing of the past... and a thing of the distant future. As long as I have children at home, specifically my 5 year old, I will have clutter. I try to tell my kids that there is a place for everything and everything has a place. But, as with everything else I tell them, this insignificant fact goes in one ear and out the other.
Alexander's room is tough to keep organized. There is not that much storage. And the veryminute I put something away he comes and takes it out... with about 20 other items. Many toys I can just shove (there I go using that word again!) in his activity table drawers. But the stuffed animals I cannot. The damned plush, furry, animals that multiply faster than rabbits. Seriously! Where do these animals come from? The come from carnivals and fairs and Birthday parties, and Christmases and the Build-a-Bears that were oh so the rage with their tacky clothing... and the Webkinz... Oh don't get me started on those... For the past 7 years I think we have single-handedly supported that company... Now one child, my oldest, no longer wants hers... A tear comes to my eye as think about the hundreds of dollars I'm kissing goodbye. Never fear, Alexander is here to rescue every god-damned furry creature my daughter was ready to (finally!) part with. As if he didn't already have an animal control issue to begin with... Storing stuffed animals is not an easy thing. I'm not a fan of big plastic bins and while the large wicker baskets worked in Rebecca's room, they don't in Alexander. I pondered a while... searching for a good way to store these wayward animals. And then it came to me!
So I went to the garage where this wonderful antique, wooden zoo cage was waiting to come out from under the stairs and cobwebs for her moment to shine! I dusted her off and used rolls and rolls of paper towels and Windex and Pledge... and I restored her to her former glory!
And I carried her to Alexander's room...
...to where all the animals eagerly climbed in to their new home! Alexander will be delighted... he will be thrilled! Why do suddenly want to break out an old copy of Goodnight Gorilla?
Poor Spot... he looks so lonely. Look at him looking over at all the other animals. He wants to join them and play reindeer games too! Hey, Alexander... where are your Fireman boots? Why are they not on the floor next to Spot where they belong? Where are they? Where could they be? I shudder to think!
Now to tackle this monstrosity... as you can see below, the drawers are full as they have been "shoved." Hey, look there is Genevieve! Where is Madeline? Perhaps she is with the animals at the zoo!
Alexander's room is tough to keep organized. There is not that much storage. And the veryminute I put something away he comes and takes it out... with about 20 other items. Many toys I can just shove (there I go using that word again!) in his activity table drawers. But the stuffed animals I cannot. The damned plush, furry, animals that multiply faster than rabbits. Seriously! Where do these animals come from? The come from carnivals and fairs and Birthday parties, and Christmases and the Build-a-Bears that were oh so the rage with their tacky clothing... and the Webkinz... Oh don't get me started on those... For the past 7 years I think we have single-handedly supported that company... Now one child, my oldest, no longer wants hers... A tear comes to my eye as think about the hundreds of dollars I'm kissing goodbye. Never fear, Alexander is here to rescue every god-damned furry creature my daughter was ready to (finally!) part with. As if he didn't already have an animal control issue to begin with... Storing stuffed animals is not an easy thing. I'm not a fan of big plastic bins and while the large wicker baskets worked in Rebecca's room, they don't in Alexander. I pondered a while... searching for a good way to store these wayward animals. And then it came to me!
So I went to the garage where this wonderful antique, wooden zoo cage was waiting to come out from under the stairs and cobwebs for her moment to shine! I dusted her off and used rolls and rolls of paper towels and Windex and Pledge... and I restored her to her former glory!
And I carried her to Alexander's room...
...to where all the animals eagerly climbed in to their new home! Alexander will be delighted... he will be thrilled! Why do suddenly want to break out an old copy of Goodnight Gorilla?
Poor Spot... he looks so lonely. Look at him looking over at all the other animals. He wants to join them and play reindeer games too! Hey, Alexander... where are your Fireman boots? Why are they not on the floor next to Spot where they belong? Where are they? Where could they be? I shudder to think!
Now to tackle this monstrosity... as you can see below, the drawers are full as they have been "shoved." Hey, look there is Genevieve! Where is Madeline? Perhaps she is with the animals at the zoo!