Organized

Some people might call me a neat freak. Some people might call me anal. I say, I'm organized, and I'm stickin' to it!

Yesterday my girlfriend came over for dinner. After Jr had been put to bed, I started cleaning up her play area. AD tried helping me but I told her I would do it because she was putting stuff in the wrong spot (according to me!) and it was just easier to do it myself.

She started laughing at me! Hubby too! "I have to live with this" he said.

She asked me if it would really bother me if she moved stuff around.

Uh, YES!

Sure I'm kinda crazy but there's a method to my madness!

Observe.

1. The DVDs go on the very top shelf because I still want easy access to them (the TV is on the wall right above the cube) but not easy access for Jr (right now at least).

2. The stuffies are on the second level because if she's going to pull them off of the shelves, at least they won't hurt her when they fall off. I put the small stuffies in the middle because it has a back wall to stop them from falling out the back, whereas the ones on either side don't have a back.

3. I put the hard stuff on the bottom so she doesn't hurt herself getting them and obviously (to me!) the books should be together.

Finally, Jr's beloved frog is placed next to the pillow and blankets with a suess so that after she has her breakfast in the morning, when I put her down so I can eat breakfast, they're readily available for her.

Okay.

So after writing all this out I can see how you might think I'm a bit nuts.

But even though I agree, it would still drive me up the wall to see something so clearly out of place.

Some people might call me a neat freak. Some people might call me anal. I say, I'm organized