Three Reason to Protect Your Bedroom

We’ve all done it. Used our bedrooms as storage. Ugh! What were we thinking?!

Oh, it happened so innocently. Perhaps you got a box out of the attic to sort through seasonal clothing for the upcoming season. Then on a whim, you decided to have friends over for dinner. But there sat that box of clothing in the middle of the living room floor.

No problem; you can just set it in the bedroom for now.

But the weekend is over, and it’s back to work, children’s activities, grocery shopping, etc. You think to yourself, “There’s always next weekend to tackle that box.”

Next weekend came but there were kids’s ballgames. So, it’s okay that the box is in the way. You’d been working around it for a week now anyway. What’s another week?

Then you teen’s science fair project took up residence in your bedroom where the siblings wouldn’t destroy it before the science fair next month. Next month?!

And then the stack of magazines you were scouring for new recipes showed up.

The stack of T-shirts for the quilt have been washed, but you’re not quite ready to sew. So . . . yup, they’re now lurking in your bedroom.

You not only get the picture; you’ve actually lived with the mess. Your bedroom often becomes home to a barrage of items that don’t belong there in the first place.

Eventually, you decide you must sort through everything that is now at home in your bedroom.

Bedrooms are an easy target for clutter and extra storage space, but they shouldn’t be!

Instead of talking you through the usual organizing steps, I want to talk you through WHY you should organize your bedroom. Understanding the sanctity of that space will go along way in motivating you to get it organized and keeping it organized.

  • Bedrooms are for sleeping and ultimately resting.

It’s common information now that clutter adds mental weight. When our minds are heavy, rest is, at best, well . . . restless, and at worst, illusive. We simply cannot rest when we are buried in “stuff.” The “stuff” veritably screams out to us to put it away, meaning we do not truly rest.

  • Bedrooms provide a haven.

Relaxing by its very nature implies a haven. Think spa. Need I say more? We all  long for time and a space to feel like the cares of the world are far away. Bedrooms should provide just that.

Have you ever been to a spa or salon where the boxes of shampoo, nail polish, or incense are sitting in the waiting room? There’s a reason that area and the massage rooms are clear of clutter.

Hotel rooms are a classic picture of why we like and need clutter free bedrooms. We all love the picture perfect place to relax. In fact, have you ever walked into your hotel room and just flopped on the bed with a deep sigh. Me too!

Your bedroom should be that space and evening should be that time to find your haven away from the  cares of the world.

  • Bedrooms are often our only place of retreat.

There’s a lot of activity going on in a home: meal prep in the kitchen, eating in the dining room, homework in the kids’ bedrooms, TV watching in the family room. And sometimes the standards are all over the place: eating takes place in the kitchen or the family room and homework is done in the dining room. Nonetheless, home is a busy little place.

If we want to get away with a book, find a place to work on our planners/journals or just to think, we head to our bedrooms.

I know; I know. It won’t be long till some little fist comes rapping at the bedroom door, and somebody wants you for some reason. But the fact that there was even a knock at the door, tells us that for some reason, it’s understood that something quiet is going on in there, and he who enters needs to do it respectfully.

We all need to retreat away from the busyness of life from time to time. You want your bedroom to function that way for you or your spouse.

(We could deviate here and say the same applies to your guest bedroom. Do your guest find a retreat, a haven, a quiet resting place in the space you provide for them? Or do they feel like they are keeping you from your hobby?)

Organize as you will. But let me recommend some things to eliminate from your bedroom.

  • Hobby paraphernalia – all of it! Even projects that you are presently working on. You don’t do them in your sleep anyway.
  • Stacks of magazines that you plan to read before going to sleep. It’s doubtful you will.
  • Removing a TV may be necessary if watching it makes you stay up later than you should.
  • Electronic devices; unplug for a bit, for heaven’s sake.
  • Laundry – if it’s clean, put it away; if it’s dirty, put it in the hamper. Your bed nor the floor are storage facilities.
  • Any kind of box of any kind of thing. If you need the items in the container, then they need a “home” where you can get to them. A box is not a “home.” For anything.
  • Clutter on your dresser top. What? You were able to make it to the dresser, but you couldn’t get the drawer open to put that item away?

When it comes to organizing your bedroom, you can go about it in a variety of ways. In the end, if you truly value your bedroom, it will serve you well.

Saying Good-bye

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Have you ever had to say good-bye? To someone or somewhere?

Then you know the emotional roller coaster that eventually rolls up to your entry gate.

With four major moves under my belt, I’ve said good-bye to jobs, locales, and people.

I’ve said good-bye to jobs. Having only cried twice over jobs I left. What does that say about the other jobs? Let’s not go there.

I’ve said good-bye to areas of the country. One being my beloved South. That move took me to the prairie lands of Illinois.

When I moved from the foothills of North Carolina to the sandy soil of Eastern North Carolina, it was a bit of a change. It was much more flat and the folks there talk a different kind of Southern. But there’s not much vacant land. There’s a house, a building, or at least, a tree (this is important) to be seen from any vantage point.

But when I moved to the prairie . . . . Wow! Not a tree. Anywhere. In any direction. Nothing but FLAT, albeit fertile, farm land as far as the eye could see. Beautiful to some, but boring to me.

Nonetheless, Illinois is filled with some of the finest friends a girl could ask for.

We took on another state before landing back where the hot, humid, muggy days can almost take your breathe away: the SOUTH!

I’ve said good-bye to people. The upside of moving is that you end having friends all over the world. If you don’t move, then the people you love end up moving.

The downside of moving is that you have to say good-bye.

EXCEPT, I have figured out that it’s best not to say “good-bye.”

You can try the ever popular, “See ‘ya later.” But sometimes that’s just a lie ’cause you know you’re not going to see them later. Or ever again, in some cases.

You can try the delusion, “Let’s plan to get together soon.” But you know in your heart of hearts that getting together will NOT happen. But we say it any way.

So, what’s with all the deception? We just need to face the fact that we don’t like separation from things we love for very long, especially if it’s going to be permanent.

“Good-bye” has a sense of permanence. And the other colloquial phrases seem like cover ups for the real sense of loss that is ebbing in our hearts.

Me? I say, “I’m excited for what lies ahead for you!” 

Looking back at the beautiful place you lived, or the great job you had, or the better-than-you-deserve friends that enriched your life will always make you sad. Don’t do that to yourself. Don’t do that for other people; it only makes their leaving hard.

Looking forward to fresh beginnings and new adventures will always be exciting. Do that for yourself. Do that for the people leaving you . . . even when it hurts inside.

Wasted Whining

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I’d like to whine for just a bit. AND it will probably be wasted. But I’m going for it.

Truth is I’d like to whine about whining.

Please don’t misunderstand where I’m coming from. I’m a mom . . . of three . . . boys. Each boy was “all boy.” Ya’ know what I mean? And I’ve weathered all the stages.

I’ve done what many of you young moms are doing right now. I’ve changed diapers, lots of them. I’ve wiped runny noses, green snotty ones. I’ve been spit on. I’ve sat on the side of the tub waiting for the sound of success. I’ve even had stitches for cuts unintentionally delivered to me by one of the kids. (Hey, it’s a rough world out there in “mommydom.”) I’ve braced against the day of the stubborn will. I’ve happily washed loads of laundry in my own home, and I’ve unhappily washed loads of laundry at the laundry mat. I’ve read between the lines when my beloved child was asking for name brand shoes over the budget friendly countertype. I’ve marked, circled and arrowed a calendar until it looked like a flowchart gone awry. I’ve rearranged my entire week’s activities to transport and show up for any and all sport’s events. I’ve canceled all pending plans in order to sit in an emergency room with a child for no less than 5 hours, on more than one occasion. And I’ve cleaned, dusted, vacuumed, mopped, washed, sanitized, deodorized, purified, and edified a two-story house as part of managing “my estate.”

My mother lived 700 miles away; my mother-in-law, 300 miles. I didn’t have help.

As for my friends? They were doing the same thing I was doing.

The same thing you are doing. So, I get it.

But all of the whining in the world won’t change any of it. This is the world you created. The world you dreamed of. Remember? You just wanted to be married and have children.

Whining about it is the same as saying, “I have this really frustrating issue, and I’m, well, just not going to do anything about it.” What?!  We wear our chaos as a badge of courage.

It is not.

It’s wasted whining.

You see, there are thousands, more like millions, of women who have come before you and me who have done all that you are doing (and more) with far less conveniences than you enjoy. It was a good day if they didn’t have to stop everything just to round up the live stock that had scattered all over the country side because one of the kids left the gate open. And we’re upset because the back door was left open while the air conditioner is running.

I’m not saying our life is easy. Heaven’s no. In the “old days,” their chores took longer, but they didn’t have all the activities that we do. We have unparalleled advances, but we have invented ways to fill all the time we saved. So we do have busy lives.

So there’s only three things to do:

  1. give the kids back to the hospital;
  2. curl up in a fetal position;
  3. find answers – the method, the system, the process, the technique, the equipment, the whatever-in-the-world-you-need and start using it!

The point is, perhaps, that we live in a marvelous time. You can access support by phone or skype. You can take a class from the comfort of your home. You can find the information you need to train your children. Husbands are so much more savvy about household responsibilities and open to helping. We really have no excuse to whine.

No one is going to think less of you for being smart enough to find the answer.

I’m suggesting you take answer #3. I feel sorry for the mom (of even one child) who rolls her eyes, sighs, and whines, “I can’t do this!”

These are some of the best years of your life!