There will probably be whining a lot in this post, but it's been four or five days of working on this room and it is still.not.done. Tonight I took my laptop, Anthony, and myself and parked it in the room with two bags, one for trash, and one for give away. Granted, my trash bag is a LOT bigger than my give away, because everything I seemed to put in the pile was instantly the greatest toy in the history of the world and I couldn't pry it out of Anthony's hands for the life of me. Oi.
On the plus side: I put away the things I've been thinking about putting away for months- the swing, the playmat, the too small baby clothes. I found essential oils, lansinoh, and all of Anthony's socks. Even though it's not finished, I feel accomplished that something has been done.
Sadly this is "clean enough" for me to share it:
Let me just say, I will never let anything in my house get this messy again. I will never allow my home to be a plethora of closed doors to hide clutter. I've done way too much work over this last month to go back.
Okay, maybe less whining than I thought. Goodnight!