Heat and hormones. They just don't mix. Kinda like sand and your buttcrack. Or nesting and Pinterest.
And I've been a raging, hormonal, don'tfwithme, psycho extraordinnaire. I've not been fit for human consumption. My apologies to those who have been stuck in my presence. Particularly, The Firefighter, who has managed to stoically hold his annoyance in check, and not to rage back at me. All the while assuring me that this shade of yellow for the kids room is indeed much better, happier, and healthier than the previous two when I sobbed like a lunatic over paint chips in the middle of Lowes.
The boy loves me.
And oh yes, Folks, I'm nesting. Like a bluejay in April.
Once upon a time, I used to pour over decorating magazines, and agonize over paint chips and decor choices. I would have called my style back then, beachy/nautical shabby chic.
Now? After two kids, I simply call it shabby. Nothing chic about replicating a Babies R Us in your living room. Doesn't mean I'm not still striving for a home that doesn't embarrass the crap out of me. One where I don't have to hope I can hide the mess behind the door and my big ol' pregnant ass when a neighbor comes ringing the bell.
While decor is some of what I'm worried about, mostly it's organization. I have to be organized or everything will fall apart. I've been creating "play stations,"writing preschool curriculum for Miss Chatterbox, as well as collecting up the things I need for that, cleaning out and organizing.
But my kids can mess up a room faster than a copperhead can bite ya. (Did I mention that I had one on my back deck the other day? Yep, I screamed like the predictable first chick from a slasher movie getting wacked, and started throwing tools at it. Note - throwing a hammer at it, isn't really all that effective. Just pisses the snake off - but- not as much as spraying it with lysol does. I would know. And, yes, The Firefighter slept through the whole thing.)
PS - Anybody know if this is the proper way to credit an idea found on Pinterest? Bueller, Bueller, Bueller....
I present to you...Clutter Jail.
Basic Idea - Don't pick it up, you don't get it back until the next day. (The original Pinterest idea had the child performing a chore of mom's choice, but as my kids don't read yet... I did a time frame instead.) PURE GENIUS. I combined this with the only one toy at a time rule.
Seriously, peeps, you'd have thought I was starving them. Or beating them with medieval chains. Or water boarding them and pulling out toenails in a damp, dingy cave in Pakistan. I may or may not have considered running away.
|This is the door that Miss Chatterbox literally kicked off of it's hinges. Can you send a 3 yo to anger management? Kid's got ninja moves.|
The last three days have been that kind of toddler hell that only other mothers understand. I was ready to throw in the towel if today was going to be another repeat.
BUT - TA DA!
My living room...in one piece...ALL.DAY.LONG.TODAY! Holy macaroni, Batman, it worked!
|The decor is the product of unrestrained nesting.|
The kids bathroom...in one piece. No unwound toilet paper or toilet water on the floor to step in. No soap on the toilet seat or toothpaste on the wall.
|Sorry for the dark pic...But it really is kinda cute. Yellow walls with polka dots and princesses.|
The kids room...in one piece. Unfinished nesting here...IE- I still need to finish painting and put up the princess decals/pictures, but still. It's a miracle I tell you!
|Biggest kitchen I've ever had. Love it.|
But while I was busy dealing with this mess (In my defense...this was after cooking two weeks worth of meals and prepping 5 baby day freezer meals).
|Like the old school mac? The Firefighter won't let me get rid of the thing.|
The children did this. Believe it or not, that bed was made before it turned into a trampoline then used to catapult all my clean laundry off of. Now most of my laundry is on the floor...mixed with the dirty piles I was in the process of washing. I'm also not gonna show you where they used my toilet as a target for for flinging and flushing Cheerios and Q-tips.
Sigh. It's always something isn't it?
Happy Fourth People. Try to stay cool!