I spent way too much time dreaming this weekend. What was I dreaming of?
You might think I was dreaming of getaways to warm, sandy beaches, or of a date night out with my husband. Maybe I was dreaming of a trip to Paris…eating a big giant crepe full of Nutella bought from a street cart. Or perhaps, dreaming of bigger house?
Nope. I wasn’t. In fact, I was vacuuming my house and feeling grateful that it was just the right size to vacuum every room on the main floor via one plug. You see, I spent my weekend dreaming about organization.
The Virgo in me LOVES to be organized. I could look at pictures of brightly colored pencils all lined up in a row for hours, and I would prefer to look at a Container store catalog any day over Vogue. I don’t dream of vacations on the beach (although those would be nice) very often. Instead, I dream of trips into my kids’ rooms where I don’t trip, curse, or smell something weird.
My playroom board on Pinterest has become my new favorite board to pin to. You should totally follow it. It only has 23 pins for now, but trust me, it will grow. Because I don’t dream of vacations, beaches, and bigger homes. No, I dream of downsizing, purging, and organizing.
The problem is, I can’t seem to actually get organized. So, instead, I dream. Of a playroom that looks like this:
The thought of having this room sounds so appealing, but the thought of creating it sounds downright terrifying. I want it like I want to pee alone without a knock on the door. I want a room that looks like this like I want to each chocolate after breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I want this room like I want Nicholas Cage to die a sudden death so I never have to see him in a movie ever again.
But, here are the top 5 reasons why I will never have this room. And, why you shouldn’t stress about having it either.
1. Money. Life is all about choices you say? You’re right. But, I buy organic milk for my kids, so therefore, I can’t afford this room.
2. It would require measuring things. Measuring things requires math. Enough said.
3. It would require painting. I swear my husband and I almost got divorced over painting a room once. Not really, but I really did not like him very much after that experience. And that was when we only had one kid!! When we recently painted our floor, the baby ended up eating some. So you, know, there’s that.
4. It would require trips to Home Depot with my children. While in theory, this sounds like something my kids would love, it sounds like something that makes me nauseous. I walk into stores like this and immediately start to shut down. It’s like I see aisles and aisles blur together in a sea of do it yourself madness. Bolts and light switches and things that have to be measured before using them are things that I avoid like a friend that just told me her kids have been puking all week.
5. It would require trips to any store with my kids, period. You see, I can’t make it through a grocery store trip most days without feeling like I want to confront little old ladies who walk too slowly. Add a 2 year old to any shopping experience, and it immediately becomes an experience equivalent to reevaluating your life’s meaning: Why am I here? What is absolutely necessary? How quickly can this be over? If you look at this room, it would require a trip to several stores. A store for shelves, a different one for fabric, another one for that cute light, wall art, rugs, ottomans, baskets, furniture!!!! MAKE IT STOP! Just shopping for the contents of this room with a 2 year old would probably take me 6 years. By then, my children will no longer need a playroom.
And, if you’re still not convinced that you should get over having the perfect playroom, here’s a bonus reason: Kids WILL play there. Do I need to explain myself further?
So, I will continue to dream, my friends. Because in my dreams…..those pretty pinterest dreams, I see organization and I escape into a world that looks beautiful. When, in reality, my boys’ room currently looks like a bomb went off. Don’t believe me?
I think at this point, the best approach would be to burn it and start over. I have excuses for everything that is hideous about this room, but I’m too tired to explain myself. So, instead, I think I’ll pop on over to Pinterest for my escape from reality and just. keep. pinning.
And, if you want to another post about my messy kids room, you should really check out one of my favorites: Organization. It’s All About The Multi-Colored Baskets. Truly.