There's No Place Like This Home

May I whine for a while? *sigh*

I am hate, hate, hating dealing with this place everyday. How in the world does this happen? When we moved here two years ago, I had pretty much decluttered before we moved and when we did move here, I refused to bring anything into the house besides the basics (furniture, clothes, food, lol) I can't believe how quickly things multiply! It seriously looks like we're moving here. Stuff and boxes and piles everywhere. Now, this stuff isn't always out, but it's out now because I've pulled it out to go through it. But I'm terrified that someone who has never been here before will stop by and think this is how we live!!!! EEEEK!!!!! But as my dear friend always reminds me, it always gets worse before it can get better.

The other day, Lindsay's Ken doll broke (the gents legs just fell right off) and I told her that we would buy another one, which meant that Zoe would want a new toy, too. Little did I know that when we got to the store, Lindsay would change her mind about buying a Ken doll and would want something else entirely. What did she pick out? Something that she already has! A little plastic doll with a horse. How many of these sets must they have? I told her she already has a whole basket of dolls that she never plays with (and horses). And Zoe? She picked out another farm set (we already have a couple of those!!!!) Call me a mean mother, but I just refused to buy them. We *just* cleaned out their room and got rid of a lot of stuff..why fill it back up with things they already have? I finally talked them into buying a ColorWonder set...a very nifty coloring book/invisible marker set. I threw in some invisible finger paint, too, and they were thrilled. It was a small triumph for me.

I've reached the end of my coffee cup. That means I need to get up and get to work.