Okay, if you don't understand the words above, let me explain.
There's this gentleman by the name of Peter Walsh who is a bit of a design/decluttering expert. So much so, that he's been on numerous television shows and written books about such topics. One of his books is titled, "Does This Clutter Make My Butt Look Fat?"
So on with my question "...does nesting make my butt look any smaller???"
When I saw Mr. Walsh on Oprah earlier this week, my motivation to finally organize some garage sale stuff kicked into full gear. So I headed down to our basement, or as we call it here toyland, to make an earnest effort in organization. I thought I'd put in a few minutes while dinner was in the oven and end up with a great start to my decluttering.
What I didn't count on was my motivation morphing into, yep you guessed it, NESTING!!!!
Nesting is one of those things that I'm glad happens to me in pregnancy-- otherwise I'd never get anything done in preparation for the baby. If you need a better explanation here, let me start by telling you how nesting happens to me.
What: Nesting is an intense case of organizing that happens during late pregnancy. This organizing is so intense that I drop just about everything else to continue my nesting until I am so physically run-down and sore that I crash on the bed.
Why: There is not one thing that sets it off, in fact sometimes it's completely random. I suppose it happens so that I can make my nest as comfortable for the new baby-- not to mention the I've-just-given-birth-so-I'm-too-tired-to-lift-a-finger-for-anything-besides-baby version of myself.
Where: Umm... every room, closet, surface in my house I can get to before D-Day. I have been known to vigorously scrub the entire inside of my washing machine days before my baby was due.
When: Sometime after about 32 weeks of pregnancy-- and whenever the mood strikes me from then on.
Now, back to yesterday and my adventures in toyland...
I came downstairs to an already messy basement-which I'm not sure helped or hindered my process-and completely destroyed it into my version of organized chaos. Instead of spending a few minutes down there, I spent about two hours--only coming up to tuck some snugly girls into bed. I couldn't help it- I really wanted the mess to be organized into the storage unit (my talented husband built) and closet. My motivation got the better of me. Here are some pictures that will certainly help you understand my situation.
Toyland in its full glory
What my talented husband built and where I want a majority of the toys to be kept
The closet where big toys shall be stored
Now, that you have a clearer picture, you see just how in need I am of having a garage sale and making many donations. Toy clutter is the bane of my existence- but now that I've declared National Nesting Day/Week/Month, this will be taken are of. And I bet you can guess how a good portion of my weekend will be spent. Here's how I imagine it:
Me. Three giant trash bags each full with one of the following- 1)donations, 2)trash, or 3)sale items. A super-organized, clean, decluttered, calming home. Oh, and don't forget my waaaaay smaller butt!
1 comment:
have fun with that!! our toy room needs to be cleaned. maybe i need to be preggo to care? or not. :0)
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