On trying to control the clutter that is. In this 900 and some square foot apartment with all of our possessions and Stirling getting bigger by the minute, there is no way for "a place for everything and everything in its place." I need to learn to live with the fact that my dining room table will go for months without being cleared, laundry will stay in baskets for weeks, and that the place for my ironing is the stair railing. I don't really mind Stirling's toys being spread across the living room, but I do hate that my scrapbook stuff and RJ's school work is laying around. For someone like me who organizes my closet by sleeve length and color, this is a difficult realization. There will be some days when the mess still stresses me out, but hopefully I will be able to accept a little more clutter without becoming a crazy lady.
