Your Days Are Numbered. I’m Coming For You!

Yesterday, I had a thought.

This came to me while I stared out at the river of toy that has taken over our family living room.


My son needs his own play area. Like, yesterday!

When my brother and I were kids, we had the whole basement to ourselves. Plenty of room to trash and be content.

That basement is now Storagepalooza.

It contains stuff from my childhood that my mother has held onto, stuff from my previous apartment life, and stuff that has been accumulated over the past 2 years of us living here and having a baby.

The end of March seems like a half decent goal of turning this area into a space where my son can wreak havoc, peacefully.

Operation Play Room is a go.


The first step? Continuing the removal of baby clothes. By this coming Wednesday, I would like to see all those boxes sorted and dispersed. Thank goodness for daycare, otherwise it would be impossible.


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