Then the girls (finally) got a bit older, and, therefore, didn't need the mounds of baby toys, clothes and whatever else, enough to supply the population of India.
Then we had a garage sale.
Then water leaked into our basement, molding the old carpet.
So I had to pack up the basement. But this was an opportunity, not a sentence, even if it felt like it sometimes.
Weeks more of waiting, but Friday, the new carpet was installed.
And I organized and unpacked and sorted.
And we have a new basement, with a (sorta) toy room and an over-organized, clutter-free life. At least underground.
My type-A, anal itch for putting things in their place is finally, blissfully scratched and twitterpated.