What a weekend! My husband had Friday off work, but my oldest still had school so I figured this was a great time to have a 3 day weekend for myself to get some things done around the house while my husband watched our little one. The deadline of friends seeing the house for the first time is looming near and much still needs to be done.
I got off to a rip roaring start Friday morning by sleeping in until almost 11am. Pathetic, I know, but the opportunity doesn’t happen often and I seized it (as much as someone can seize something while unconscious). I spent the remainder of the day clearing off some furniture that had to be moved to different rooms. (It was a bigger job that it sounds. It really is amazing the way items just hurl themselves onto standing furniture like no one will notice or care. You’d think they’d have the common courtesy to return to where they belong.)
Saturday morning I got up and faced this. This is my storage room. I have been couponing for a little over a year now and my stockpile has far outgrown the two shelving units I had originally started with. It has gotten so bad lately that we don’t even always remove things from the bags because there’s just nowhere to put them. A truly pathetic sight and not one I was proud of. The worst part about it for me is that it was so hard to see what we did or didn’t have anymore. The stockpile doesn’t save us any money if I’m buying more than we’ll use of some things while we run out of others, at that point it really does just feel like hoarding.
I am quite proud to say after working for many hours on both Saturday and Sunday in my dingy basement things now look much different. I added a bunch of shelving, separated food and nonfood items, and organized all of it. Now I can easily see what we have and what we need. (Just in time too. We were about to run out of some important stuff and I had no idea.)
The best part is how much better I feel. I know people say it all the time, but it really does feel like part of a weight has been lifted. I used to dread having to go to that room for anything because I’d not only be reminded what a mess it had become, but also have to deal with trying to make sense out of it. Now I’m trying to find reasons to go back in there just to look around and enjoy it.
Too bad I never got to the stuff my friends will actually see, like the family room or the craft room, but at least now I won’t have to worry that they’ll discover the monster behind the storage room door. And I still have 2 more days to get the other parts of the house into a state that is less than mortifying. In the meantime here’s a couple more pics of the work I did accomplish.