I had some goals for Feb.

It seems as though my days end too fast as well as the months.  It seems like I can't get caught up on anything, and truth be told, I can't.  I had wanted to go through all of Kaily's old clothes and sell the ones that I don't want, to minimize the clutter around my ever increasingly small house.  I wanted to rearrange the kids room to look and feel more open.  I wanted to organize and categorize my computer room.  All these projects got started with great gusto and they fizzled out without acknowledgement.

We did finally get the kids room figured out, after 3 different configurations, a few nights ago.  So far, it seems to be the best way.  For those who don't know, our kids all share the same room.  One of the reason we wanted to rearrange is because we were really trying to get Corbin to sleep in his own bed.  He has been in our bed since he was born and now, at 16 months, is too big and too wiggly.  The new setup we have now has proven to be the best option for him.  He has slept in his bed every night since the new design without getting up and wondering into my room at 3am.

The office, I'm afraid, will never be truly organized the way I want it until we find a place that has room enough for Clint's art.  My computer room is an art room, art gallery, a storage room, a scrapbook room and the room everything gets put it that doesn't have anywhere else to go.  Unfortunately, that's a lot of stuff.

Kaily's old clothes is a process that would be done quickly if not for the tornado of a 16 month old running around.  He can undo faster than I can do and somehow manages to spread all clothing over the entire house in a matter of minutes.  He enjoys intermingling them with all the other clothes we have around our house and finds great delight in filling and then emptying my laundry baskets.  Just when I think I have it all together he strikes, and we are once again back to the chasing.

I am contemplating throwing in the towel until we move, which is a year away.  I don't know that I can stand it that long and I will probably try to do it all again, however futile it proves to be.