Decorating Tips for Masochists, Part Two
Amalah  |  Oct 17, 2007 10:33 AM

One word:

Plasticbins.

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I opted to completely ignore “style” and “non-affronts to your eyeballs” for our basement playroom, but I did go and get myself some mighty lofty ideas about organization.

Bins. Plastic bins. One for each type of toy. Puzzles, books, stuffed animals, blocks, musical instruments all have their own bin. Trucks are parked in a single cubby, balls are collected in a basket, obnoxious battery-operated toys go in the bin with the sort-of busted rail that doesn’t pull out very easily, or at all.

Everything has its place, just so.

You know where this is going. Five minutes later:

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KABLOOM!

Here’s the thing: I know I should be happy if I can just coax my son into putting some of the toys back into the bins. Which he does! Admirably at times! Other times, not so very much!

But he doesn’t put the toys into the RIGHT bin, and sometimes I go back down there and re-sort everything back into the proper bin.

I confessed this particular strain of OCD to a friend recently, who suggested that I would get over this as soon as we have another baby. I brightened at this thought (Better Living Through Babies!), but then pondered the alternative: What if I don’t get over it? What if it gets worse? What if we have over-two puzzles mixed up with under-two puzzles and Barbie dolls and Tonka trucks mingling together IN THE SAME BIN?

What then, Internet?

*twitches*

I’ll get over it. I just KNOW I’ll get over it.