Every night I tidy up Bunny’s toys. Nothing drastic, but big Legos go in the basket, the other toys in the green bin, and the wood blocks in the basket. Books go in another box. “I’m not obsessive compulsive!” I protested to Maj C, as I sorted the number toys in order by number and color. For a few hours, I feel like I have a modicum of control over my chaotic life. Until, of course, everything is dumped on the floor by Bunny, aka the Whirling Dervish of Cape Cod.
The fact is, Maj. C is as a neat freak too. The boy is all about working systems. Nothing irks him more than Not Finding Something. I’m the same way—so you can imagine that the junk drawer was a thorn in our side. Here are the contents of our junk drawer on my counter. Ear buds, pens, safety pins, string, meds, inhalers, outlet covers, cough drops, etc. Not good.
Here’s our solution. Over the summer, I found a faux printer’s type face drawer at a yard sale. Type face drawers are wonderful things—they are usually dark wood, and held type in their compartments. Here is one lovely example.
Mine was decidedly a faux cheapo type face drawer, but it was also only a dollar. I should have a before picture, but I don’t. In any case, we cut the drawer to size, and then painted it white. We secured the drawer with command strips. . .and the now we can find everything we need!
Yes, I'm a freak-- I love opening the drawer just to peek at its tidiness. But I caught Maj. C doing the same thing!