This week alone, I have tackled two closets, the walk-in pantry and even the refrigerator. Don't ask. Let's just say it involves six sippy cups constantly falling out of the refrigerator, you know, squeezed in with the six gallons of milk, abundance of yogurt and applesauce, and other groceries we manage to fit inside.
The kids and the puppy watch in fascination (if I am brave or determined enough to do it while they're awake), and Josh just laughs. He's certainly used to it by now. I can completely understand Sawyer's need for order - I have a pretty serious need for it myself!
And just because it will make many of you smile, I will show you the recently reorganized pantry in our kitchen. When we designed and built the house two years ago, it was supposed to be for food and miscellaneous household supplies (with three boys, we buy in bulk). It has turned into a walk-in toy closet with just a few household items squeezed in.
I get the bottom three shelves - for fruit snacks, candy, diapers, central vacuum supplies, and soft drinks. I also get to keep the small freezer, next to the broken toy box that doesn't fit in the living room any more, you know, with the other toy box and the new very large train table. The top four shelves are all toys.
I get half of this wall for cleaning stuff (okay, and the other flat wall behind the door where the hooks hold mops and brooms and ladders and all that fun stuff). The canvas totes have more small toys.
The broken toy box (just the lid) that now holds all the "outdoor" toys.
So much for the pantry. Good thing we added that extra wall of cabinets in the kitchen when we designed the house. Oh well, at least all of these toys are neatly put away and not spread out across the entire downstairs. Just getting half of it out is enough to test my OCD limits! And the bad news, we have two birthday boys coming up later this months, which can only mean one thing . . . even more toys!