Dynamite? Yes, that's correct. Dynamite.

 

Organization.

*sigh*

This is something I need more of in my life.

I do have a few ideas that have made life simpler.

And I will share them with you in this exciting, and equally informative, 3-point post.

You're welcome.

1)  Closets.

We live in a fairly small house . . . about 1400 square feet.

And it can definitely seem . . .

crowded.

And there have been times, as few as they might be, where I might even say our house gets

chaotic.

So . . . we don't have a lot of storage space in our tiny house.

I have been learning how to make the most of our small areas.

My favorite is the way we did the boys' closet:

Little Dude's clothes on the top.

Handsome Dude's clothes on the bottom.

Interruption:  Can we all have a moment of applause for my handsome Lumberjack who built not only that closet, but our entire house?

I believe in miracles . . . since you came along . . .

You sexy thing.

(Name that artist)

Since my main man built my house for me, I got to inform him of the way things ought to be.

And since I feel that children ought to be able to put their own clothes away, I implored him to put their closet rods within their reach:

Like so.

Attention all mothers:  This may backfire on you once your children decide they should start dressing themselves.

This will especially backfire on you if you have a hard time biting your tongue when your child look ridiculous.

Try not to crush your child's spirit (not that I have) when they come parading down the stairs wearing socks with sandals.

Fact:  Socks with sandals goes against everything I believe in.

Another closet-y trick I have is to keep a spare dresser or a big Rubbermaid tub in the closet to store out of season clothes.

2)  Children's Artwork.

Raise your hand if you have a lot of these:

Can we not all agree that they produce a lot papers?

Which ones do you keep?

Which ones do you toss?

Where do you store the ones you keep?

Well, I haven't gotten all that figured out yet, but I did purchase this box:

And for now, I am just tossing cute things into this box.

And look at this early picture from my dear Sweet Pea . . .

Poor Sweet Pea has had to wear glasses since she was 2.

Even her princesses wore glasses.

I couldn't find anything to show you, but would you all like to hear something cute that Daisy Mae used to do?

Daisy Mae's factual name starts with a "H."

*gasp!*

 That was top-secret information I just gave you there.

Let's keep it on the down-low, 10-4 good buddies.

Any-who . . .

She used to sign all her artwork:

"HO."

We used to love our artwork by Ho.

And while I am off-topic, I will share with you something else Daisy Mae used to do.

She could not pronounce the "k" or "C" sounds, but would instead substitute them with the "t" sound.

Cookies=tookies

Cat=tat

And so on.

Well, one day The Lumberjack told her that is she couldn't leave her kitty out anymore or she was in trouble.

So, later that night, Daisy Mae shares this with my sister.

(Psst . . . that's Daisy Mae and my sister)

Now, you will have to substitute a "t" sound for all "k" sounds as I am too embarrassed to write out specifically what she said.

"Meagan!  Daddy says that if he ever sees my kitty out again, I am in trouble."

It was a proud parenting moment.

Goodness.

Where was I?

Oh, yes.

Informing you all of how organized I am.

3)  Husbandly Clutter

Oh.

My.

Gosh.

Becky.

(Name that song)

My husband has a lot of stuff.

And he throws said stuff in my laundry room.

What's worse is he takes up all of my cabinet space in aforementioned laundry room.

Now, what would you think should be in a laundry room cabinet?

Stain removal?

Detergent?

Bleach?

No.

No, no, no, my dear readers.

Let's take a peek, shall we?

(cue theme music from the movie "Psycho")

 Now, let's take a deeper look.

Fishing nonsense.

Maps.

Walkie-talkies (camouflaged, of course, so as to trick the deer)

Interruption:  the rotting bananas are my problem, not the Lumberjack's

Wait a minute . . .what's that box . . .

Now that's safe!

Nails, screws, special laundry soap (scentless, of course, as to trick the deer)

And I have saved the best for last.

I did not even know these were in there!

I can't quite put my finger on it, but this snorkeling gear reminds me of someone . . .

hmmm . . .

who was it??

Oh, yes!

Jason!

Remember Jason?

So . . . what's a girl to do when her husband has too much stuff that she does not understand, nor know what to do with?

She decides that for the sake of preserving her marriage, she will just buy a large basket, stick it on top of her washing machine

and pile in the things that belong in the laundry room inside of it.

Yes.

Baskets are our friends.

I use them everywhere.

Alright.

That concludes today's helpful and informative post.

Please tell me how you stay organized.

Do you have a cleaning schedule?

Do you have an organized junk drawer?

Do you have dynamite in your laundry room?

Please.

Share your ideas with me.

Because clearly . . .

I need all the help I can get.