I have this idea in my head that I am good at organizing.
Okay, hold on. I’ll just wait for my mother to pick herself up… I’m sure she’s rolling around on the floor laughing.
I like to compare organizing to something like running, or throwing a ball, or painting rooms – just because you’re good at it, doesn’t mean you do it frequently. Maybe you just do it occasionally, and then pat yourself on the back before you crack open a Diet Coke and leave it on top of a leaning tower of magazines.
Organizing has taken on a new meaning now that we have the playroom. As the girls get older, the toys get smaller and smaller and bring even teensier friends along for the ride. One of the most microscopic of the bunch are the Calico Critters. Adorable, fuzzy, and completely kitted out with every accessory a miniature kitten could ever want, they are an organizing nightmare.
And when you have a four and two year old:
I walked into the playroom to see this today. Calico Critter Natural Disaster! What happened?
I was tempted to moan, “The horror! The horror!” a la Kurtz from Heart of Darkness. But then I thought that may be a tad melodramatic.
Still, Lila and Lucy both raised their shoulders in an “I don’t know?” fashion when I asked who dumped the basket of Critters. Maybe there was a tornado? Maybe they’re renovating?
Well, I had seen enough. Obviously a basket that could be unceremoniously dumped at any time just wasn’t going to cut it.
Lila and I sat and organized all of the Calico Critter accessories by category. Lucy crossed her arms and firmly said, “Not me!”
Fine. You were probably the dumping culprit anyways… Fi, Fie, Fo, Fum…. I’m going to trash Calico Corners!!
I have to admit that I was fairly gleeful while we sorted and categorized. Maybe because it was with miniatures? I love tiny things…
In the end, our Calico Critter village was restored to order, and if Mrs. Mouse wanted to have a cup of tea and perhaps a gardening cultivator, then she could easily fetch both.
And to Lila, it was as if the game had been reborn for her. She set up tiny dinners and teensy campsites. Having everything in order changed the way she saw her toys. We’ll see if this plastic case manages to find itself upturned on the floor one day, but for now, I’m quite happy with my hyper-organizing endeavour!
Are you a bit nutty about keeping something in order? Are you like me, who will let a hoard grow in her spare room, but will spend a half hour sorting out toys smaller than your pinky fingernail?
Tell me I’m not alone!