The Quest for More Space

We live in a lovely old house. A hundred years plus old. And while there are a lot of things I love about our home; great big rooms, high ceilings and 6' high windows that flood those rooms with light, there is also a distinct set of disadvantages. Built-in storage, where it even exists is poorly laid out and insufficient. Hence, I spend a disproportionate amount of my time moving our belongings from room to room.

Part of this, of course, is just a fact of the daily toy migration. But I'm also always looking for a better home for everything, a better solution. I'm devoted to baskets and containers, I'm always trying to re-organize something. I'm a faithful supporter of Goodwill, and it feels like I'm carting bags off there every other week, but I have a sneaky suspicion that our junk is following me home and sneaking in when my back is turned.

My hubby has a home business, (anyone in need of industrial supplies, please phone!) and needs a good amount of space for storage and his office. He has complete run of the basement, which is unfinished and spidery so he's welcome to it. Unfortunately, although the bedrooms are all large, there are only three of them. So until a few weeks ago the kids were sharing a room and Mark had his office upstairs. The problem with that was when Mark stayed up until the wee hours of the morning working, which he does most nights, the light and noise kept me up. And Badness doesn't need help from anyone else on that front....

So. Everything from the playroom got moved into the dining half of the living/dining room. After all, we have small kids - we don't dine, we shovel in cold food when we've finished attending to their needs. The office got moved downstairs. The third bedroom got painted purple, and the princess has now got her own room complete with ensuite facilities. Her room looks great. The rest of the house is a mess. And poor Badness is still stuck with pink roller blinds and all the piles of crap that I haven't found a home for elsewhere in the house. And I don't know when I'll have time to fix it for him.