Look at me. I was on the verge of tears last week. Precious mommy time has been frettered away up here in the Loft Nest as I run in circles looking for papers, getting tangled up in the internets or (and I don't know what's up with this) diving into a miniature daschund research mission like I was the newly appointed Angelina Jolie of the wiener dog world.
Being a borderline obssesive schedule haver, seven to nine I have me penciled down to write a blog post; prepare for homeschool, plunk away at my Right Brain Business plan or study for my Simplicity Parenting course. Instead, I found myself swimming in a sea of distraction. As I finally was able to poke my head up between waves of mental shiny things I took a good look around and saw this.
And this. And some other visuals that I don't want to traumatize you with because I love you like that. Granted, it's been a deliciously creative, brainstorming, productive frenzy up here mostly due with putting the final touches to the Indian Summer Sew Camp, but this disaster zone was starting to get to the point of ridiculous and was threatening to paralize my attempts to move forward with other endevours.
What I love about the Waldorf classroom philosophy? Everything has a place and everything in its place. This is an imporatant time in my life for me to embrace this simple but potent life enhancing principle. But I knew I couldn't do it alone with everything else on my plate. So I called...
Kate - the professional organizer! She swooped in, pulled out a tissue from her sleeve cuff, wiped that tear from my cheek, blew my nose and told me to buck up because together we will reclaim this space as a non-crazy lady territory before Craig gets back from his business trip.
We quickly became the best of friends and then thrashed the place, high five-ing each other every few garbage bag full of donate-ables. She has this gorgeous method to her madness and it involves saying the word "swoop!" alot. I love that word. Everything was thrown to the floor, systems were put into place and everything eventually found its place or was given a whole new home altogether.
And can we say bliss?!! Furniture was moved around, out and in from all corners of the house. I'm so happy to be housing our former dining room table right smack dab in the middle of my nest. While I stood there, slack jawed, daydreaming about all the serious potential this new space was opening up to me (Mommy-time panties only yoga! Karoke dance parties!), Kate colour coded my fabric while folding them way; which is awesome because I lack in that folding gene.
And now when I walk in here in the morning I'm just raring to hunker down, focus at the task at hand and get to work. Where I use to cram my sewing patterns is now the home for my piles corresponding to my various current endevours, shipping material, office supplies, and, of course, the salted chocolate bar stash.
And on top of all that I made a friend. This has been the best investment I've made all year. I'm back to being the happy Loft Nest Monster!
