Rome Wasn't Built In A Day

...or so I've heard. I don't know. I wasn't there.

If this is indeed true, I believe I picked the first-room-to-winnow equivalent of building the Colosseum. Good.grief.

I love my laundry room. It is really a room. There's a lovely window to the backyard. It is quite spacious to work in. That is, it would be without all of the stuff in the way. We use this room for laundry, storage, central location for movies (DVDs and VHS), paperwork (files, The Brilliant Beauty's school work, etc.), and the computer and all it's associated paraphernalia (cables, DVDs, CDs, software, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah). By their powers combined these stuffs make this room the bane of my existence.

In a move I find akin to walking in front of all of you naked, here is a picture of my laundry room. I can honestly say I don't even know what all is in there. Ugh. Its full of the afore mentioned items, but also laundry (that stays backed up because a - we all have more clothes than we know what to do with, and b - I ain't ever been consistent in the washing and folding process...I AIN'T. Ever!), home decor that isn't decorating anything but piles of stuff, exactly one gazillion burnable DVDs from video projects I have made through the years but not labeled or stored, Docile Doggy's kennel,...and the list goes on and on.

You want to see more? Its like a bad wreck, isn't it? You should probably turn away and you know it, but at the same time its a little too intriguing to not look. I know, I know. Been there, done that. Here's some more shots of the wreckage (you sickos)...

The computer desk, scattered, smothered, and covered

The crapola to the left of the desk, including laundry baskets and a few of the seven-hundred-fifty-eight throw blankets we've somehow accumulated

To the left are the videos, which Little Big Man repeatedly messes with partly out of curiosity and partly because there a mess already, so why not?

There are decorative plates piled on the dryer (that I will never hang), a "Bake With A Light Bulb" oven above the washer, empty baby formula tins (because you never know when you might need those), and I'm sure Joan is somewhere screaming over those wire hangers

Yeah. So, ummm, did I mention I have three kids? Did I further mention one of them is two? And a BOY (Yes, Virginia. There is a difference)? And another is 3 months old and, try as one might, refuses to feed herself every three to four hours (What are they teaching kids these days? Gah.) Once again, "needless to say, there was plenty of opposition." But here is the progress thus far...

I'm not even finished, not nearly, but can't you already breathe better? Movies have been sifted through, unwanted ones bagged for Tha Gootwill, and keepers relocated to organized all-ready-owned-but-not-being-used shelving under the window. I've got lots more to do in here, but I see progress.

Slow and steady will win the race. Slow mainly because winnowing can't be my full-time gig. Little coos and cries from Pretty Baby, the need for "sumpin' to eat" from Little Big Man, and big-girl-talk-time with Brilliant Beauty remind of that. There the us-es more important than the stuffses (Theo Geisel would be so proud), even the clearing out of the stuffses. But I aim to be steady, chipping away, every day, at some of that ol' clutter. The harvest is too promising to get choked on the chaff.


  1. You amaze me, Jessi. You may just inspire me to tackle some of our stuffses.

  2. I love love love reading this blog. I too am inspired.


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