I believe this is called nesting...

Last Sunday on the way to church Rory asked me if I was okay, wondering what was on my mind. I told him calmly, "I don't want to scare you, but I am ready to get rid of most everything inside our house. Every room I walk into I want to purge. Like the laundry room and all of those shelves of storage. Do we use any of those things? And I can't handle our upstairs. I know we don't need a bigger house, but we do need less stuff. I'm done stepping on toys..."

That afternoon I came home and hit the laundry room like my life depended on it. Nothing was safe. Rory moved his office fully to the cabin, I found new homes for some items and pitched others. I took down the shelves and decided the laundry room would be just that: the laundry room. Rory built me a folding counter and one day I'll paint the walls...

The next weekend I went to town on the kids rooms. No toy was safe. I have not a bone of sentimentality in me at the moment. If something was missing, broken or had no other like toys, it was a goner. I had a box for give away, a bigger box for throw away and then found an awesome deal at Menards: 12 tupperware tubs for $6.99. Rory whipped out a label maker he just purchased and was thrilled to get to use it. The toys are high enough that the kids can't reach a thing. Which means we have full control of what comes out, and only after the other toys have been put away.

Ironically I am supposed to be laying low. And I actually am. The night I sorted toys in the nursery there was a huge thunderstorm. I sat in the glider rocker with all the windows open and then would visualize picking up the next four things I would put away before I sat back down again. It was a very slow process, but I did it! And now there is not a single toy in the nursery (except the train table) and we are on the right track, getting ready for baby!