We have a small laundry room off the kitchen. It’s really small being only the width of the washer and dryer together… On one side of the room we keep the washer and dryer and the other is my sewing machine.
Well while I was laid up with my foot surgery, that room became a dumping ground. It someone was coming, I’d stuff things in there. If things had got left on the island and I need island space, I’d dump the things in the laundry room. On top of that, I had projects I had dragged downstairs before I had my surgery. I had thought I’d have time to get to a few of them while I was off of work those first few weeks after surgery but, alas, I never got to them.
Childcare projects get thrown in there…We start things one week. I shove them in the laundry room over the weekend and forget about them the next week. It’s a vicious cycle.
Well all of that has sat all this time. I’ve hated to even go in the room. I run in, do what I have to do and run out. Yesterday at nap time I told myself I needed to at least pick up a few things and hopefully finish it at night.
I started out with cleaning off the racks. Typically this is filled with drying plastic bags and drying child care art projects. I needed to fill it with clothes.
I’ve bought a few LuLaroe things and they need to hang to dry. I’ve had so much fun with the pieces. I wear the funky leggings during childcare all the time. Way to the right are veggie ones. When I feed babies and am sitting in the chair I often entertain the other kids with my leggings. I’ll ask them to find a radish, the corn, etc. If I’m wearing the triangle ones on the left we count how many green triangles we can find. It’s all silly but it keeps the others entertained while I sit and feed bottles.
Besides that the clothes are super comfy. I never have to worry about my back or butt showing when I’m crawling around on the floor with the kids. They are perfect for childcare…
But back to my cleaning adventures…
I found this sewing basket Hubby bought me at an auction. I had been meaning to clean it but it got buried.
I did stop and take time to clean it. It was almost like paint speckles on it.
All better now, see?
I unearthed more shirts that needed cutting up…oh my. I thought I was caught up.
..and look at this gem I found. My Texas Braid pieces….What? I didn’t even realize I had lost them. I knew I was trying to avoid trimming them but lost? I didn’t want them lost.
and right about then…the kids all woke up and UGH. I had a mess all over the kitchen island that I shoved back into laundry room. UGH…and so the cycle starts again.
In my defense a few things did get thrown out or taken to their proper home. The garbage got emptied and all in all, it’s at least tolerable to enter. Maybe the weekend will give me a little time to tackle more. With it being such a small room it shouldn’t be so bad…but it is. Happily it’s tucked away so it’s not a blaring eye sore. I think we all have those places in our homes.
Thank goodness I refused the original plan for the remodel. That was so that the laundry would be an open space right inside the back door with no privacy at all….I knew me, and knew that would never fly. I know I am like this….
Please tell me that I am not the only one who has a room that they stash things into and is in never clean??