So this past weekend I had a depressing project to work on.  Not really super depressing, but sort of…

See, when we moved into our house, I was already pregnant with Alethea, so we knew one bedroom upstairs was going to be the nursery and one is of course our master bedroom.  The third upstairs bedroom was designated as the “When we have more than one child, the oldest will move into this room” room.

Since our house has an office (for Peter) and an office/studio (for me), plus a guest room in the basement, I told myself before we moved in, “There is no reason anything needs to be put in the extra room.  I vow that when it is time to turn it into a ‘big kid’ room, it will be empty, with no clearing out to do!”

I’m sure you can all see where this is going…

First it was the blankets: “After all, we don’t really have a linen closet,” I told myself, “I’ll just keep these here for the time being.”  Then it was the laundry drying rack: “There really isn’t another good place for it.”  Of course it wasn’t a stretch then to start a pile for mending next to the drying rack.  After that came a folding table so I could work on my scrapbooking, which was naturally followed by a pile of scrapbooking stuff.  And once we got that far, there didn’t seem to be any point in pretending to have an ’empty room’, so more papers and clothes and clutter followed.

Now we need a big kid room, now I regret not following through on my original plan, now I spent all of Saturday morning and most of the afternoon attempting to dig out of the mess I created and now I still have more cleaning to look forward to, because I couldn’t get through it all in one day.  Sigh…

The silver lining of it all is that while I was working on Alethea’s big girl room, Peter was cleaning out his office and between us, we managed to eliminate two paper grocery bags of paper from our home in one day.  Go us!