Facile Friday - War and Peace

I live in a sweet little house in Racine and I really do love it.  Latticed windows, hardwood floors and woodwork, a quaint backyard, great front porch, peeling paint, a tiny kitchen, lots of heat loss and a really great homey feeling. 


As you can see there is a bit of a love/hate thing going on but it does lean more on the love side most of the time.  I am just trying to learn to live with 2 males who don't understand picking up after themselves in a small house with no storage and I am still pretty low on the learning curve!  Here are some of my little secrets to help me cleanse my soul and rise higher on the bell curve! 

1.  I created a system to attempt to control the clutter that my perfect son (and husband) creates by just passing through any room in the house. For example, when I go to bed at night I must clear various "Max" (and husband) paraphernalia from the bed to be able to lay down, items like; books, pens and markers, hotwheels, nerf darts, playdoh (in the container, thank goodness), underwear, shirts, and dirty socks! The system is working so far and that is such a good thing but..... I am the only one who is keeping up with it so I actually made more work for myself and reduced the load on everyone else. Crap!  Am I the only one who does this repeatedly?  Good golly gosh, I hope not!


2.  No laughing or making fun of me when I tell you that I started a renovation on our 1/2 bath a while ago......well....4 years ago! I will wait while you get all of the giggling out of the way. I would love to say it is because it is a HUGE room but it is only 3'x7' and that is only the floor measurements. It is under the stairs so you can picture what the ceiling does. That one has reached the limits of my ability and I am a little stuck right now so if any of you are really handy I could use the help in a BIG way.  The answer to your next question is:  He is a great musician!

3.  Our back door area is a crime scene! It always looks like 100 men, women and children were abducted just as they were coming in the back door. They resisted going too! Shoes, gloves, hats, coats and all kinds of personal items just strewn about. Oh the tragedy of it all. I found an old, huge tool box at a local junk/antique store and I use it as a bench and storage for our crime scene. Seasonal stuff in the toolbox and the rest NEATLY organized. I can dream can't I?  Really?  OK!  It is a big box that can never be used as a bench to sit and take off your shoes because there is too much stuff piled on it!  All I can say is that you are all a cruel lot, making me confess to my myriad of dirty little secrets!


4.  I will hold my line when it comes to the basement!  Moving On!


5.  It is funny to me that when I was single and childless, my home was clean and organized.  Isn't that just really, really funny?  Really!  Now that I am married and have a 7 year old, I live in a constant state of chaos and in keeping with my environment, I too am becoming chaotic. They are breaking me!  I was contemplating crate training my husband and my son.  Come on!  It worked really well for the puppy and they are certainly smarter than he is.  Fine!  It was just a thought.  I also contemplated making sure that if we ever move to a new home, I have my own "apartment" that I can escape to and keep as clean and organized as I choose.  Aren't fantasies a wonderful thing?  Now you all know some of the yuckies that hide in my little house (with no closets on the first floor, so I can't hide the stuff either!).  Sorry that one just slipped out.

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