Bye bye, summer, hello homework station

We have very limited space around the house, and the child has an amazing ability to expand her homework, drawing, playing, legos, etc. like one of those sponges you drop into the tub as a capsule before it turns into an enormous…is it a hippo?  Maybe it’s a cougar?  Whatever it is, if you magnified the effect tenfold you’d be approaching the effect.


Take everything out. Be grateful that you’re done with the cabbage pH experiment, recycle, save folders, replace. Even Poppy approves.


Space. The final frontier!

To say goodbye to her last grade and hello to the next, I emptied Ms. A’s homework station, photographed the stuff we wanted to remember and tossed it along with all the detritus of phone lists and science experiments.  I also photographed all of her little art projects, which were brought home in one gigantic portfolio.  It’s difficult to say goodbye to the physical items, but we find that with a few very well chosen exceptions, it’s more convenient to view the treasures online as digital photos then to have them laying around for years becoming faded and dusty.

As a bonus, the dining table looks like a place where people sit to dine!

Kids: The hole that is their close and drawers

I could never get my kid to clean her room.  Perhaps it was because it contained roughly double the amount of stuff it could neatly contain (probably more, but I’ll go with that for now).

Mine is the kid that saves everything, treasures it all, and has a memory like an elephant.  There could be no slipping anything more than recyclable paper to the can without detection, misery and a possible trip to the therapist (me or her? you decide).  Cajoling?  Nope.  Threatening?  She stood her ground.

It doesn’t help — in terms of accumulation of crap — that she’s adorable, jubilant, has many interests and friends, and is the only grandchild.

It took me ages to realize that my child’s room wasn’t just overwhelming to me; it was so overwhelming to her that she couldn’t possibly know where to begin.  The kid brushed off the idea that clutter was a problem, so I finally decided to test that idea a bit.   Continue reading