After Lia was born and I regained my zest for normal life (vs. ‘I have a newborn’ life), I spent months decluttering and organizing and cleaning every nook and cranny of my little cottage.
After Amelie was born, I wasn’t interested in the house, but threw myself into educational endeavors for my 2 year old…researching Montessori, getting a child-sized table and chairs, gathering learning materials and establishing a ‘school’ collection.
I had thought that with all the cleaning and organizing and general nesting I did while pregnant with Levi, I would be ready to move on to something else post-birth. Guess not.
I have a deep need for streamlining, consolidating my activities and my house, making things easier and simpler. Particularly simpler. I have this feeling that if I can just get rid of enough stuff, I will find the peace I’m craving. Maybe then I wouldn’t feel like things are just on the verge of spinning out of control. Maybe then this feeling of chaos would be smoothed into order. Maybe then the very slight feeling of panic that comes and goes would subside completely.
You know that my theory is that when there are things that are out of my control (and when there are three children, one of which is an infant, things often seem more on the side of chaos), I can counteract them by organizing my house.
So it’s begun. I started rearranging Friday. With a fussy baby, that means I shoved furniture around for 15 minutes. Luckily, rocking and walking a fussy baby allows for many minutes to contemplate exactly what to do the moment my arms are free. For however many more moments my arms are free.