Baby things are attacking my house!

Before Madison came, I focused a lot of my time into trying to make our 650 sq ft apartment a liveable space. Organizing everything, decluttering, trying to find space for all our things, wondering why we have so many things… My grandparents lived in this apartment with my dad their whole lives! And from pictures I’ve seen, they had plenty of space for all their stuff.

Why do we feel so cramped then?

I guess computers, tv’s, video game consoles, and more things to plug in contribute some to our problems.

We just seem to have so much stuff, but when I try to eliminate things, I realize we use pretty much everything we have.

Then our daughter was born, and the problem just got worse! Our living room is being overtaken by baby things now! We have her full size swing (that I would be lost without because she falls alseep in it all the time), her vibrating rocker chair, bumbo seat, a milk crate full of toys, jumperoo, and her play mat all residing in the living room. Plus our two couches, tv, tv stand, coffee table, side tables, a desk, desktop computer, cumputer chair, book shelf… and I think that’s it.

Here’s a visual of our living room:

We feel so cramped!

Why does there have to be so much cool baby stuff??

I guess I just have to get used to it!

 

Missing home

I moved out about 3 years ago. I guess it would still be considered moving out even though I only moved next door to my parents, into the attached apartment that they used to rent out.

For a while I was really excited about it. I got to decorate it my own way, buy my own furniture, come and go as I please. I bought a dog. I got to be alone a lot, which I liked.

But after a year or so, I started missing my old bedroom. Not really the house, just my old room. With my old twin bed pushed up against the wall, my Ikea desk in front of the window, all organized the way I liked it. My pretty dresser with my tv on it. My nice pink carpet. I used to love rearranging my furniture. I would spend hours planning out how to move things around, how to reorganize things, and cleaning everything as I went.

And now that I have a baby, I find myself missing it even more. Because before, I could have moved back home if I wanted to. My room was still there for me. It’s their for me now, but I have a new life now. I have a baby, I have a husband, I have a dog. I’m stuck over here.

I don’t know why I miss it so much or what I can do to make myself feel better. I hate it.

Most of the time, I just wish I could go back to the way things used to be.

I feel like I’m on a fast moving train, getting farther and farther away where I was, and there’s no stops in sight.