My friends, this is part of the reason I lean toward crazy. I live in a teeny tiny little hobbit hole lower level of a condo complex. Now don't get me wrong, I'm very thankful to have a roof over my head, a dishwasher and working washer and dryer in my place. But for God's Sake it's only 860 Square feet! And, not only is it small but it is filled to the brim with toys ALL OVER THE PLACE.
As evidenced by the photo to the left. Sadly this is not an uncommon appearance for my living room. Nightly I lament about the fact that we live in a two bedroom condo with no basement. Oh if only we had a play room! But truly, if I had a play room would my house be any less messy? When my husband and I were in college we were so messy we'd constantly joke that social services were going to take our cats away. I'm just bad at keeping house. Why am I outing myself as being a messy person? I guess I want you to feel sorry for me, or at the very least feel better about yourself lol!
To the right you'll see our living space. Tiny Galley kitchen (mine) and a small entryway. The left photo is our living room/dining room. Well not ours, someone who is in the same complex selling their condo. My living room is way too messy to subject you to the whole thing. But you get the point. Then there are two medium sized bedrooms and a bathroom. Now stuff two of the world's loudest most high energy kids you can imagine, stir in one adults who works 40 hours a week and one who works 55 hours a week and every other weekend, shake well and here comes your big messy chaos.
Now lets look out my back window and see what is mocking me from across our grassy yard. Yep people, the richy-rich in their homes that I could probably fit four of mine in and all their space. I sit in my tiny living room and think about how they probably have rooms they don't use, some might have whole rooms they don't don't even realize exist, surely they could let me take one over as a toy room? They wouldn't miss the space. We'd cross the grassy yard and dash across the golf course to play in their unused basement a few hours a day... do you think they'd notice? I'm sure while I call them the Richy Rich mockers they probably consider my little Hobbit Hole an eye sore.
But I can't help but think if I just had more room then life would be a little less stressful and a bit more manageable. But maybe I'm just dreaming.Calgon, TAKE ME AWAY!