stuff

Before I had a child, I underestimated how many places I would need for things once she came along:

A place toys

a place for trinkets

a place for stuffed animals, or “stuffies”

a place for stickers

a place for crayons, markers, paint

a place for games

a place for puzzles,

a place for play-doh, sand, slime, water beads

(did you even know about water beads?)

a place for coloring books

a place for books

a place for clothes

a place for dress-up clothes

a place for dressy clothes

a place for school clothes

a place for shoes

a place for hats

a place for jackets and way more sweaters than we need in California

a place for Barbies

a place for Barbie houses

a place for Barbie’s endless tiny little accessories

a place for preschool art

So. Much. Preschool. Art

a place for jewelry, makeup, nail polish, bows

a place for ballet clothes

a place for bubble wands

fairy wands

fairy wings

a place for musical instruments

activity mats

tents

tunnels

forts

tiny furniture

tiny cars

tiny combs

why does every doll have to come with a tiny comb? someone tell them we’ve got it covered!

a place for gift bags

a place for birthday cards I can’t throw away

a place for baby memories and mementos

breast pumps and bassinets because what if?

Oh and I haven’t even started with summer.

a place for bathing suits

a place for goggles, flippers, water wings

a place for pool toys

a place for pool inflatables

a place for unicorn beach towels

a place for sandcastle buckets

a place for sunscreen, different than my own

a place for beach chairs and beach tents and boogie boards and and and

and

and

and

and

I live in a 2 BR apartment so, yes, you should be impressed when my home is distinguishable from a wreckage. I want everything to be in its place; I’m still konmari-ing the hell out of this tiny home. But some days, like today, like most days, it’s just a disaster. There is stuff everywhere. I’ll put it away, but it will be back tomorrow, in my face, like a horror movie.

But it’s not a horror movie. It’s delightful. No, really, I’m fine.

Needless to say, I just ordered this book.

I’ll let you know how it goes.