untouchable

There are places in my house that are untouchable.

Actually, that's not exactly the right word.  Let's try again...

There are places in my house that I completely ignore and want nothing to do with because the mess is so overwhelming.


That's more like it.

For example, the room I'm currently sitting in.  It's had several names throughout the years: dining room, family room, tv room, playroom, school room, computer room and that room off of the kitchen.  This room has ALWAYS irritated me, simply because it doesn't have a 'formal' name, so I don't know what to do with it.  Every year or two it gets changed again, but that doesn't help me not despise it.

Despite all of the name and function changes, the name it should always be called is horrible, disastrous, junk, cluttered, always messy, trip and kill yourself getting to the desktop room.

Not a joke.  Last year, I didn't even clean it when we had birthday parties here.  I detested it that much.

It's my number one embarrassment and the number one reason I don't have people over.  Okay, that and my insane children, and living room that looks like a toy bomb went off, and dishes always in the sink.


The other places I avoid are my kids bedrooms.

Noah's room problem is toys.  They have enough toys to donate to all the poor kids in Columbus, despite us BEGGING grandparents to please donate to their nonexistent college funds instead of buying more toys. 90% of all their toys fills his room.

I know, I know, just pitch or donate them.  NOT easy for a recovering pack rat to do.  However, this past year has seen some good progress in my toy pitching skills.

Ruby's room is lack of space.  A twin bed takes up half her room, which is why she is still in a toddler bed.  Good thing she's so small for her age! She shares her room with a little brother in a big crib, my sewing items (I haven't used in almost a year), a baby bassinet and other miscellaneous baby items, and a few storage bins.  I'm thankful I can at least walk in her room to put them to bed.

Over Christmas we visited Ikea and came up with some great ideas for Noah's room (hopefully soon to be the BOYS room) both for space, organization, and room to PLAY so they get out of my living room.


Of course it costs money, something we are greatly lacking in right now.  So it will just have to wait.  Which means Ruby's room will have to wait.  Which means, why even bother?

People keep telling us, 'oh no, you don't want a bigger house, it's just more to clean' and 'be thankful and content' and 'i'm sure you can find more space in your 1000 sq ft home'.  And my response to them is SHUT UP.

Okay, not really.  We are thankful we have a home.  There is ZERO space in this house left for anything. sorry. It's just not there.  and honestly, a bigger house would be EASIER to clean. That sounds nuts, but the way I see it, there would be a proper space for every item.  There would be proper storage for boxes containing holiday items and children's outgrown/soon to grow into clothes.  A place for kids to play that isn't the living room or their bedrooms where the toys could be organized and out of the way, and if left down wouldn't kill someone walking through.

I could keep going, because lately I dream of what I would do with even a little more space...  and dreaming isn't so bad...

The more I dream, the more I've been praying that God will drop the perfect house on us just like the one that fell on the wicked witch.  Okay, maybe not that exact house, but you get the idea.

Before it was just a dream, now it's a prayer.

Along with asking for contentment while we're still in this little house...  ;)