We've started to pack and the boxes have started to pile up in the dining room. We decided to put everything in the dining room in order to keep the rest of the house less cluttered, but it has had the unfortunate side effect of creating thrilling little obstacle courses, hiding spots, and ledges for the cats and the dog to really let loose with their predatory instincts. Our boxes have created a war zone of leaping, screeching, growling 'domestic' animals.
So that's fun.
We have only 16 days left until we move, and everyday I am more and more excited to get everything into the condo and kiss this tiny-closeted, narrow-bedroomed apartment goodbye. We have wonderful memories here, it has been a great space for us and our growing family, but I'm ready to have all my clothes in one room. And to start setting up the nursery. And just get settled before our world is totally rocked with the arrival of our daughter.
The move has made me realize that over the past 5+ years of apartment living, I have never really become a very organized person domestically. I have a hard time keeping the laundry baskets empty, the shoes put away, the mail filed, the clutter decluttered. I do not have any sort of cleaning schedule, or plan, and I regularly buy more cleaning products only to discover I've got triples of Windex or whatever. The pet hair can get the best of me, and I'll be the first to admit that if you want to hang out, I'm going to leave my dishes in the sink and run out to do something more fun. Which when we are talking about dishes, would be absolutely anything. But...
BUT. The thought of bringing a baby into the chaos that can be our home is really overwhelming to me. We aren't dirty (let's be clear, although we aren't winning any awards with that pet hair I mentioned), but we can both be lazy when it comes to keeping our home organized and efficient. That's fine for two adults, but less so for a sweet baby who needs a clean room, lots of extra (clean!) crib sheets, blankets, bibs, clothes, diapers, and so on. I know that old habits are hard to break, but I'm hoping the vast amount of storage space, the closets in every bedroom (imagine!), the in-unit laundry, and the overwhelming responsibility of MOTHERHOOD will motivate me to take better care of everything I am so lucky to have.
In the meantime, my dog just plowed my cat into the wall and then skidded his way from the dining room into the living room and slammed into the coffee table. My other cat just leapt onto my stomach in an attempt to show the baby how she really feels about her, and I can literally hear our downstairs neighbors grumbling about how loud we are.
These next 16 days cannot go by fast enough!
