I love to organize.  Call me crazy but few things bring me more joy than seeing our ‘stuff’ organized in plastic bins.  I guess it gives me some element of control in my otherwise chaotic life.  Hours spent sorting a pile of mess into some semblance of neat and tidy brings a smile to my face.  

When I resigned my Kindergarten teaching position in December, I spent days going through toys for Josiah.  Everything in our front coat closet (which never has held a coat) came out.  Shelves and stacking organizers went in and now Josiah’s toys are neatly displayed in clear shoe box sized containers and categorized in color coded milk crates with similar toys.  I open the door, peer in and smile. Read more…