cluttered

Now that my son has started school and we have all settled into the autumn groove, I find I have a few more hours of free time on my hands. I used to start my day at the shop with the countdown until dear one got there. . two hours, hour and a half, thirty minutes, fifteen minutes and oh, here he is, time to start chasing for the next three hours. Ugh. It wasn't that I wasn't happy to see his beautiful face, it was just that I knew any project or craft started had to be stopped until I had time to pick it back up again(some never to reappear). His arrival meant it was now time for blocks and trucks and pretend time. If anyone at this age can tell me they seriously enjoy playing toddler games than they are a better person than I. So now I find myself with not 2 but 4 beautiful peaceful hours to myself. The downside to this equation is that I CANNOT shut my brain off. It is so packed full of ideas, future displays and events, projects, and crafts to make that I feel like my head is going to explode off my neck like a rocket into space. Couple this with the upcoming holidays I not only have to think about the store, but also Halloween costumes, Thanksgiving side dishes, Christmas gifts, shopping for said gifts, Christmas Eve cooking not to mention social plans and babysitters. If this isn't enough I still have to work my other job, maybe even more than usual because well it will be the holidays and people love to eat out. Holidays also bring about holiday decorating and since you all know how much I LOVE Christmas, this house gets transformed into a 1950's aluminum tree wonderland! Oh and did I mention the baking. Oh quit your whining I'm sure you're thinking, women have been doing this for years and with even bigger families than mine, but being a selfish society I am only thinking about all MY work that will have to be done. Don't let me fool you, down deep I really love the whirlwind of activity, but as I sit here in the beginning of October I feel a little anxiety approaching thinking about all that will need to be done.
On top of my cluttered brain, I can't help but notice my cluttered house including basement and attic. I also have a cluttered basement at the store. Well it's actually a hoarders wet dream, but not to this hoarder. I just see one big cluttered mess. My husband keeps saying I have to go down there and throw all that shit out, but when I stand at the top of the steps and peer into the blackness(most of the lights are out)I just get tired and go upstairs. AAARRGH!!! That is how I feel when I think of cleaning basements and attics. I DON'T want to do that in my free time, who does??!! I do have to give a giant shout out to my husband who took a big successful stab at decluttering our attic. At least it's a start. Now I can see why people sell it all and move to Florida. In Florida all you need is a bathing suit and air conditioning. Until that day comes I suppose I will just have to put up with my cluttered brain, business, and abode. Anyone need a broken typewriter? Goodnight world.