There's this little song that Maya learned her very first week in pre-school and which she loved back then. Today -well that song strikes a much different chord with her.
The song: "Clean up!" It extols the virtues of picking up ones toys, clothes, whatever, ya know, to help keep the home (or classroom) all neat, clean, tidy.
Now it's also a nice little song that would be good if a few of us of the grown-up variety would sing all the time here too and then, we wouldn't find ourselves in the bit of a pickle currently being faced here.
Right now, as I write this, Mandy is upstairs trying to "tidy up" the 17-year-old's bedroom and to have things stashed away (but not tossed out-away, ya know) in time for the arrival of the company we have coming today.
I told her what she really needs is a nice big stainless steel drum (actually, I think we would need several, possibly an army of them) to contain stuff in that kid's room (and then, mine and the other bedrooms too) in a manner that the drums could then be stored someplace where they could be concealed but it wouldn't necessarily matter then if that area were damp cause a container like that would prevent them from getting mildew and stuff like that, don't 'cha think?
Okay, I suppose it wouldn't exactly serve the purpose today -not enough time to get enough containers, ya know. But dang if it doesn't sound like a whiz-bang idea of a way to store stuff in the future -like maybe my crafts stash stuff? That way, I could use the room under the bathroom -that only has a dirt floor and is very damp -to store things there then, couldn't I?
Hmmm. Guess I'll just have to keep this idea under wraps but still under consideration, won't I?