When I was a little girl I dreamed of being a mommy. I envisioned cradling tiny babies, putting them down for naps, feeding them in a high chair, changing diapers, and even nursing them (I had four younger siblings who ate that way- not all at once, of course).
But never did I imagine all the time I would spend managing STUFF. It is (as of right now) my very least favorite part of managing a household. I don't mind cleaning very much (when I have the time to get it done) and I don't mind doing laundry. I wax and wane excitement regarding cooking these days and don't really mind paying the bills. What I DO mind is all the time, brain space and energy that goes into dealing with stuff.
Now granted, I am thankful for the stuff. I am not complaining about the *actual* stuff. The stuff we have is stuff we need and are blessed to have in our possession.
When you live in an old farmhouse with very few closets, managing stuff is hard.
When your attic's access is just wide enough for your husband's hips to fit through (forget about bins, Christmas trees, etc.), managing stuff is hard.
When you are over-the-moon fortunate to get beautiful hand-me-downs to clothe your children but have to pile bins of clothes in your bedroom, managing stuff is hard.
When you homeschool and need to save each year's books for the children who will grow into them so you don't have to sell and repurchase books every year, managing stuff is hard.
When your children's ages range from one to just shy of twelve, some toys and books will naturally accumulate for said ages (and in between) making it hard to manage all the stuff.
When you delight in organization, tidy rooms and open spaces, managing an overabundance of stuff is hard.
When your "attic" is an old, detached-from-the-house smokehouse that is mostly sound but not sound enough to trust storing said clothes and books, managing stuff is hard.
When the only exercise you get some days is rearranging and lugging around bins and boxes, managing stuff is hard (even though the exercise is good).
I don't wish this stuff away. I am doing my best to keep us organized. Yes, an addition would be nice as we seem to be bursting at the seams but it's not in the cards right now.
So I live with the stuff. I walk past and around the stuff. I sneer at the stuff and try to will it invisible. I resent how it makes our spaces look cluttered and hope no one thinks me a budding hoarder. I am constantly trying to think up ways to house it more discretely but the cold, hard truth is that as long as I have a family and means to clothe, entertain, and school them, I will have stuff.
So, STUFF, BRING IT ON! I'm armed with bins and I'm not afraid to use them. Like it or not, I will kick your butt into organized submission.