Georgia's Journal

I’d like to trash a third of the contents of my house. If you don’t open the closet, our son’s new room is the only room I feel really comfortable in. I can see the baseboards because the walls are not lined with furniture. I can still get to the window and his table lamp because he’s too young to litter the floor with toys rarely played with.

It’s great for children to have toys they really enjoy. Then they don’t always depend on another or the television to amuse them. But I’m about to go through Savannah’s toys to store a lot until Seth is old enough to play with them and throw others out.

Tomorrow afternoon Brad and I are dragging all kinds of things to the end of the driveway and let Thomas Refuse do something with them, including: 2 monitors, a printer, a scanner (no longer working), the side of a plastic playhouse Brad found buried out in the yard ???, boxes and an incredibly heavy cabinet (that Brad already broke down) that once almost landed on Savannah, among other things I can’t think to name. Soon after, I hope to have more than just the L-shaped pathway that leads to the washer and dryer. It’s actually a spacious room.

I have a dream of a house with great closets, where wrapping paper doesn’t get crunched, where I can find all my shoes and every storage box is properly labeled. There I’ll keep one closet empty.