My inspiration for this record of my days:

“The biggest mistake I made [as a parent] is the one that most of us make. . . . I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of [my three children] sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages six, four, and one. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less” -Anna Quindlen

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

My drawer

I love order.  I love organization, schedules, and punctuality.

You would NEVER, EVER guess that about me through observation.  With six kids, I find order a hopelessly elusive ideal.  Maybe it wouldn’t be impossible, but certainly would come at a very high cost to everyone’s happiness and my own mental health.

I do, however, have one little spot in my world that stays perfectly organized.


My make-up drawer always looks like this.  It is the one little piece of control that I cling to.  It makes me happy every time I look in there.

Lately Simon has discovered it.  He will open the drawer, reach his chubby little hand up over his head, and plunge it in.  He rummages around until he gets a good grip on something, then pulls it out to see what he has scored.

I have been finding slobbery make-up brushes lying around the house, or half eaten chapsticks on my bed.

I just can’t take it.  My one little personal space.  I’m going to get a lock.


  1. I've got some drawer locks out in my office. Don't forget how much he loves tooth brushes. I never know where mine has been.

  2. Your right. our bathroom drawer is definately NOT that clean.

  3. Oh man, I really feel for you. What a disappointment! I remember claiming certain spots in the house that were definately off limits, but eventually they were all invaded. Oh well, life goes on. I would sure take Jeff up on that offer though.

  4. Abby would not leave my make-up alone. To this day I have it in a bin on the highest shelf in my closet. I wish I could say the bin was nicely organized but's not. Maybe someday I can have a pretty drawer again.....then again I have 2 girls so I'm not keeping my fingers crossed. Check out this blog...she's doing some great organizing this month -