So the thing that I have noticed is that you never really realize how much stuff you have… until you have to move it all. There’s a comment from Jerry Seinfeld talking about that when you are moving, your entire life becomes boxes. That what my life has been for the last week or so.
Yes, my little girl is growing up and outgrew her room, so we made the decision to change out her room and the comic book room. For those that have found this blog at random and are just getting addicted to my rants and ramblings, I have a comic book room. That is the level of my addiction. Hey, I’ve been collecting since I was fourteen years old. I’m thirty one now. So multiply that by about twenty dollars a week. That’s a lot of books!
Now that Lauren is getting older (she’s three), has a lot of stuffed animals and needs a closet for all her little girl clothes, it was time to make the shift. So it involved emptying out her room, painting over the girly purples with more manly colors, and shifting everything between the two rooms.
This leaves the living room as the middle ground where everything is stored as the contents are being shifted and the rooms are painted. And you just don’t realize how much stuff you have until you have to box it all up.
But I think it will be good in the long run. Lauren gets a lot more room, she gets a closet, and hopefully her toys will stay in her room keeping other sections of the house cleaner. I lose about half the space for my comics and action figures but the comic room was also used for some storage, hiding Christmas presents, and was often a temporary storage area for miscellanea. With the comic room being smaller, I should have room for comics… and only comics. This should mean that the area will always be kept neat and organized. At least in theory. Hey one room out of ten isn’t bad.
But with Jason’s birthday party on Saturday (meaning all sorts of people over to the house), Amy and I are scrambling to get the house picked back up before this weekend. Tough to do working a closing schedule everyday until the weekend, Amy having night classes twice this week, and Halloween this week. There’s an expression… something about not enough hours in the day?
Now that Lauren is getting older (she’s three), has a lot of stuffed animals and needs a closet for all her little girl clothes, it was time to make the shift. So it involved emptying out her room, painting over the girly purples with more manly colors, and shifting everything between the two rooms.
This leaves the living room as the middle ground where everything is stored as the contents are being shifted and the rooms are painted. And you just don’t realize how much stuff you have until you have to box it all up.
But I think it will be good in the long run. Lauren gets a lot more room, she gets a closet, and hopefully her toys will stay in her room keeping other sections of the house cleaner. I lose about half the space for my comics and action figures but the comic room was also used for some storage, hiding Christmas presents, and was often a temporary storage area for miscellanea. With the comic room being smaller, I should have room for comics… and only comics. This should mean that the area will always be kept neat and organized. At least in theory. Hey one room out of ten isn’t bad.
But with Jason’s birthday party on Saturday (meaning all sorts of people over to the house), Amy and I are scrambling to get the house picked back up before this weekend. Tough to do working a closing schedule everyday until the weekend, Amy having night classes twice this week, and Halloween this week. There’s an expression… something about not enough hours in the day?
Oh well, if I wasn’t goin’ 90-to-nothing, I probably would be bored out of my mind.
1 comment:
I just ran across these lines from the writer Sam Pickering in his essay Composing a Life "My two little boys, aged three and one, have converted me to socialism, something no learned text or philosopher was able to do. What I once thought belonged to me, I now realize is theirs too. My papers are pushed aside and my desk has become a parking lot for Hot Wheels and Matchbox cars. At night Vicki and I don't sleep alone we share our bed with an ever-changing group of visitors including Little Bear, Big Bear, Green Worm and Blue Pillow"......I know I can relate, sounds like you can too.
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