I have post move-out cleaning, post houseguest cleaning and pre-family cleaning all dovetailing into one giant mess of a house. Naturally I decided to move our bedroom from the first floor to the downstairs yesterday, increasing the drama exponentially. Why do I do this?
Babies come with a lot of accessories. My thoughts were that there would be maximum space in the master bedroom for the bassinet, Pack 'n Play and various assorted other baby and toddler paraphernalia. Living out of a suitcase is no fun either, so drawer space would be nice.
Although that may be true, nonetheless, this was a major lapse in judgment. If I take all our clothing to the basement bedroom, won't we want the stuff out of the bathroom, too? Otherwise, we'll have to run upstairs to brush our teeth, take a shower or even just put on deoderant. That doesn't make any sense. Move the junk out of the bathroom too while you are at it, girl!
I need to run errands today to pick up baby specific items (like diapers, outlet covers, bubbles, etc.), shop for groceries and hit the library for board books.
Instead, I'm cleaning out the closet under the stairs in the basement.
On the up side, I've unearthed our Halloween decorations and it isn't even October yet. There's always a silver lining, isn't there?
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