The Morning Routine

Such high aspiration I had for organizing and simplifying everything before school started. It just didn't pan out. I have the laundry room organized, and I have to admit that I have taken a few Mama "time-outs" as we call them in that very room. You know, when you want to put your child in time-out but either don't have the energy for that battle or are afraid you might toss them too firmly into the time-out chair, so instead Mama takes the time out. I used to go around the corner from wherever I was, but now the laundry room is my go to spot. Just being in the laundry room makes me feel more in control. I have only the items that belong in that room on the shelves and everything is labeled with words if they are for adults and with pictures if they are for the children (our laundry room is also our mud room/coat closet).

So, that is all I have gotten organized. Not that the rest of the house is destroyed, but it certainly has items laying around that only complicate matters. For instance, this morning while trying to feed the children I went in and out of my wonderful walk-in pantry about seven times. Each time I either moved the feather duster off of the shelf I was trying to use, tripped on it because I had thrown it on the floor the last time or ended up carrying it to the bathroom with me because I was telling someone to get back in their seat and I did not realize I was still holding the feather duster. Now, to make matters even worse, I don't even use this feather duster. I like the idea. I've tried to use it many times, but in truth it makes a mess. The feathers fly out all over the room and instead of cleaning up cob webs I am picking up stray feather. So, I'm not sure how much time I have waisted with my feather duster, but it just needs to leave my home. This is one of the many things that seem helpful, but is not.

Now, I know it seems like I should just go throw away that silly feather duster right now, but I have since forgotten where I shoved it when I chased Bebe down the hall with honey dripping from her hair. Maybe you can see now why I need to set aside special time to go through each and every room with a fine toothed comb and get rid of all the junk that at first glance does not look like junk. I need to simplify.

At least as I headed out the door I was able to grab each child's shoes with no fuss. They were clearly labeled in the lovely and newly organized laundry room. Come to think of it, I bet that's where the dreaded feather duster is now!

Peace,
Mama Soup