cha·os [key-os] –noun
1. a state of utter confusion or disorder; a total lack of organization or order.
2. any confused, disorderly mass: a chaos of meaningless phrases.
3. the infinity of space or formless matter supposed to have preceded the existence of the ordered universe.
4. movie with Jason Statham
Where do you think I can get a copy of this dictionary?
For the purpose of this entry, chaos is the first definition. Or the second would work as well. Chaos = my basement. Or more specifically my guest room in the basement. Let me back track for a moment so I can explain the origins of this chaos.
Back in March, I posted about the girl's
complete unwillingness struggles to clean up after themselves:
The kids have really been struggling with cleaning up after themselves. Madalyn especially. When she puts away her laundry - she doesn't really put it away. Some might go in a drawer. Some hung in the closet. A bit put back into the dirty clothes hamper. Some under the bed. Some in the toy box. I wonder how long it takes her to think of all the ingenious places to stuff her clothes rather than do it the correct way. Perhaps it's an exercise in creativity.
The same sorts of things go on in their basement playroom. They tell me they have picked up. But instead of putting the Polly Pockets back into the cabinet...it's much easier to put some in the cubbie of the coffee table. Or under the rug. Under the computer stand. Or maybe Polly wants to visit with the Barbies in their container - or better yet, Polly wants to get rich with the Sponge Bob monopoly money.
So, I took it all away. A lot of their toys have been in our storage room - Polly's, Barbies, Groovy girls, and other toys that they have outgrown. Then, a few weeks ago, I signed up to participate in the kidsignments consignment sale here in suburbia. And the pressure was on. I had to organize all this
crap stuff, label, price, tag, and hang. I had the girls go through their games to make sure all the pieces were there. We got rid of VHS movies. A lot of DVDs. And it all went into my guest room.
Next step: wait in line to check in.They have people looking at each item you bring. To make sure there are no stains or rips in the clothes. To make sure things are tagged correctly. To make sure that you are actually bringing kid stuff. And I am not sure what else they are looking for. What else could they be looking for?
I got checked in with only 2 items eliminated (I missed a rip on a pair of leggings. And the telltale sign of red Georgia clay on the bottom of another pair of leggings.). And then I was off. To place all 500 of my items in their correct spots. First stop: clothing (*edited to add: just to give you an idea of the size of this place - the clothes on the right - that is all one size. Two levels. On the left side of the row, another size. Each size has it's own row. Just like this. And some rows have over flow in another area. Oh, and what you see below is girl's clothes. Boys clothes are all done the same way in a different section. This place is massive!).And then costumes:And shoes:There are seas of strollers and cribs:This place is the opposite of chaos. It is completely organized. With labeled boxes and sections. So you know where to put your stuff:And so organized that there are volunteers that make sure that we don't put things in the wrong box.
And the whole endeavor was so worthwhile. Because my guest room is not chaos. It is calm. And peaceful. And most importantly. My chaos will turn to cash.
So, what about you? Do you have a room of chaos? Are you a consigner, shopper, or both? And can I interest you in a town of Polly Pockets?