I have 22 boxes in my kitchen, and about 90% of my cabinet space is already full. I have absolutely NO clue where I’m going to put all this stuff. (Excuse the mess.) 
The living room is a tiny bit better, but I have the piano to put together and I have absolutely no clue where Mark put the tool box, so I can’t put it together. I’m not sure I can pick the thing up by myself anyway. 
The bathroom has about 1/20th of the storage of our one in Phoenix. And I can’t get bottles and stuff to stand up easily on those metal shelves so I need to figure out what to put on the bottom of the shelves to make it a solid surface.
I have 11 boxes of clothes in our bedroom. Our 1 wardrobe is pretty much full, and about 60% of our dressers are full. 
I thought it was hard unpacking a house when I was 35 weeks pregnant. But that doesn’t even hold a candle to my situation now. Our house is essentially 5 levels. The garage, laundry, bathroom, storage level. The big room (that 50% of our stuff is in) level. The kitchen/living room level. The bedrooms/main bath level. And the 3rd bedroom level. So that means there are marble stairs EVERYWHERE. Which also means there are now baby gates everywhere since Abbie loves to attempt climbing stairs. She does well, but the one time I’m not there is going to be the time she falls and it’s not worth the risk to me. It’s not at all easy moving boxes around when you have to climb over baby gates to get anywhere. Or when you have a little one that screams when you leave her in a room by herself. Or when said little one is in the same room “helping” you unpack. I had her in the bathroom with me today trying to unpack a box. First she was playing with the door and trying to swing it. Then she was getting into the garbage. Then she was unrolling the TP. Then she was taking stuff off of shelves just as fast as I could put them on them, and throwing them. After 5 mins I was so frustrated I was almost in tears, so I just quit.
Having this house an absolute mess is stressing me out. I just want to get it organized but that’s next to impossible with Miss Abbigale here, and me being by myself. My friend Cassy might come over on Monday to help watch Abbie for me so I can get some stuff done. I’m watching her dog for her for a week so she said she’d help me. And then Brittney, the saint that she is, said she’d help me all next week. I’m never going to repay her for all the help she’s given me, but I’ll try!
2 comments:
I totally understand the stress and anxiety that comes with staring at a house full of boxes, half unpacked, and random bits of packing paper strewn here and there. It seriously makes me physically ill. BUT! This too shall pass. You WILL defeate the boxes and get your sanity back. And just think, simplifying is something everyone is always saying they want to do! :)
You could maybe try some paper or canvas baskets for the bathroom stuff that won't stand up! I have paper baskets storing my stuff everywhere! You'll get through it!
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