When I was pregnant, my mom came out to visit us/buy stuff for the baby. While she was here, we said something to her along the lines of “there’s no reason for the whole house to be filled with baby stuff-we want to keep some of OUR space.”
Yeah, it’s ok, go ahead and laugh. My mom did.
Obviously, that statement meant that the baby stuff pretty much immediately took over the house—you know, karma and all. In the beginning, before the Noodle was actually mobile, it was easier to contain the spread of the stuff. It was still encroaching, but we were able to pretend a little better that it wasn’t.
Now though…well, the kid’s stuff is everywhere. The furniture is configured entirely for toddler management. The toys are trying to kill us. The books are flung to every corner of the room. There are “baby proofing” items in every room, which have proven to be more “baby infuriating” or “slowing baby down not stopping them” items at best.
And let’s not forget that this kid is a bit of a hoarder. Some of his favorite “toys” are things like: the cardboard tray a flat of soda came in, my brush, the ever popular tupperware, and random scraps of paper.
So basically, our house is a disaster. I’m hoping it’ll be clean again sometime before he turns 18…