For the past two days, Fern and I have been dragging all our holiday decor out from the nooks and crannies where we crammed it last year. We also have multiple bags and boxes lounging around, waiting to be unpacked from our trip to Shasta. Our home exists in a precarious balance of clutter vs. lively decoration, and cleaning sometimes consists of shuffling piles from one spot to another. We’re not sloppy, nor are we pack rats. We are a family of three living in two rooms…one of us being prime at impersonating a hurricane at knee level.
Yesterday, a friend on FB posted this quote from Maya Angelou, I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.
I read it at an apt moment, as I had literally just finished doing the last…without an ounce of grace…accompanied by my daughter’s new style of tantrumming that involves mega meltdowns when she gets what she wants, but it isn’t EXACTLY what she wants (hmmm, where’d she learn that, do you think?), and well…let’s just say that frustration levels have been high, all around.
I know its hyperbolic. Or romanticized. Or something like that (not to mention totally ignoring what can be the brutal reality of trying to survive as a critter) but gosh…I often wish my biggest problem was where to put my acorn.
Or that my biggest failures were due to ears that give me away…
How about you? How do you function under the stress of mess? And if you have kids…how do you deal with the changing needs for storage solutions, without spending all day cleaning and rearranging, or policing what can be played with where?