I am the first to admit that I am not a scrupulous housekeeper. I don't scrub my baseboards with any regularity, and my kitchen floor definitely goes longer than it should in between dates with a mop. Dirt doesn't bother me that much, but clutter?
Clutter does.
This is unfortunate, given that I live in a house with five other people. I don't care how much of a minimalist you are, even minimal possessions times six adds up to a lot of stuff. And the one place where that stuff seems to just explode is the front entryway of our house.
Every child has a pair of shoes, a pair of sandals, and a pair of rubber boots*. Every child has a light jacket and a winter coat. Three of the children have backpacks. There are sunhats, winter hats, and winter gloves. Then there are A.'s giant boots and coats and gloves and on and on and on and on.
And that's why, when you walk into our house, this might be the first thing you see.
It's actually a pretty big area, and there are some places in the corners where I could probably put up shelves or something to contain things a little better, I just . . . haven't. It's not like we have a Container Store nearby.
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Plus outdoor trucks, combines, and tractors; balls for kicking, throwing, and hitting; the books that come in from the most recent bus or car ride, or just from sitting outside reading; random ears of corn; pizza boxes and pop cans saved for target practice; socks that can't reach the laundry that's 5.4 feet to the north; buckets for rock collecting and the rocks therein.
I don't identify at all.
There is no solution.
Karen.
Maybe try a cardboard box with each persons name on it and that is where they go.
Woodchuck "bins".
I think I need to just start a burn pile outside the door in the parking area and just start burning.
Three all heights/ hooks per person. A box for each persons hats.
How's your dad at building boot racks?
They will grow up, you will have a brief window of unclutter, then the grandchildren come to visit. Enjoy.
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