My calm little life has gone into overdrive, I must get organized.
I am not complaining just contemplating how to manage myself.
The first step was to move into my daughter's bedroom, transforming it into an office.
I closed my eyes and took her stuff down. Putting her memories into the closet. It was sad. The room looked bare and my crowded bedroom downstairs looks a mess… neither made me smile.
Did you ever read the book to your children: "When you give your mouse a cookie?" Well yesterday's move was like that. I moved Chelsea's bed into the guest room. The guest room bed into Sacha's room. Sacha's bunk beds into the garage, which is not close by. Then I moved a ton of my boxes into Chelsea's room. Only to realize that I need shelves or something…
Later I heard Sacha say, "Mom, my feet still hang off the bed… I am too tall for this bed too!"
I hollered downstairs, "Tie a brick to your head, and add a stool to the end of your bed."
He didn't think I was funny.
Then it hit me like a ton of bricks…. When Chelsea comes home she will need a bed. SO I went back to the garage and took the twin mattress and will find a single frame for the mattress to sit on.
I had to barter with Sacha for his services. I am glad he needs a taxi driver. Bartering rides for moving beds back and forth is a good trading tool to have.
Meanwhile the mattress on the floor is a catch all…. I need shelves, I hadn't thought of that. Chelsea's closet is full of pink pigs and one red ladybug… and a whole bunch of sweet things that make me think I should have stayed in my bed, my office bed with an escargot pincher.
My bedroom looks like a bedroom once again… but Chelsea's bedroom well… that is another story.
Do you have any good trade secrets on how to set on a functional office to someone who is more about "how it looks" than how it works?
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