Buried treasure


My personal philosophy is that we should just relax and chill out on the last long weekend of summer, but I’m willing to admit that the house does look better after a giant sort and toss. So I’m not too bothered by the forced labour on Labour day (I’m not even doing my fair share) but The Husband’s process is driving me batty.

Perhaps an analogy can best describe the situation. When I need to sort the drawers for the boys I start in one kid’s room, pull everything out, reorganize the sizes, and put it all away. I then move to the next room, etc…

The Husband would go into both kids’ rooms and pull everything out all at once. Then, in mid-sort, he would decide our drawers should also be done and immediately pull every piece of clothing out of them. His mind might then turn to the utensil drawers and head down to clean those out, while all the clothes are still on the floors upstairs. Eventually all tasks will be completed, but it’s very chaotic.

The plan was to devote the weekend to clearing out the basement in preparation for an upcoming reno. However, when I turned my back for a few moments this morning, everything had suddenly been pulled off the hooks and hauled out of the shelves in the back porch. So, in addition to our main floor still acting as the staging area for everything coming up out of the basement, the kitchen and dining room looked like ground zero of a bomb attack.

I do not deny that the back porch was a disaster area. In addition to the outerwear, backpacks and sporting goods that get stored there, we also have baskets on the shelves in which we store the endless crap the kids bring home from school and day camp. We toss the majority as it comes into the house, but we do save a few things so that we don’t feel like terrible parents. Unfortunately, by the end of the year, those few things really add up. And since we haven’t done a good purge of the baskets in two years, there was a chance that the producers of Hoarders might show up.

So, I agree that the basement is not the only place where we have been neglectful by not staying on top of the clutter… But do all things have to happen simultaneously?

Even though there are still towers of storage bins lining the hall and recycling bags blocking safe passage from room to room, The Husband and I have come to an amiable truce (the treaty was signed over sushi). So, as I carefully make my way to bed, I will leave you with two pieces of priceless art that were uncovered today.

The first is by a 5-year-old ET and is entitled, Mommy In a Dress.

Aren’t I pretty?

This next piece is by a 5-year-old CJ and is the classic, Mommy in Her Wedding Dress. (Apparently all of my bridal apparel was transparent.)


Do you and your partner bang heads on any household chores?

8 responses to “Buried treasure

  1. EE, your children have great imagination. As for banging heads, no body to beat except the cats. P.S. Don’t let husband throw away these drawings, they are priceless.

  2. Ugh, we went through the same thing two years ago and never want to do it again for a long, long time! You survived! πŸ™‚

  3. I love that picture of you in your wedding dress!
    My husband and I do things very differently, so we don’t even try to collaborate on chores.

  4. Your posts always make me giggle πŸ™‚

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