Organizing is such a lot of work.

Don't get me wrong; I know it's worthwhile. But damn, it's a lot of work to get things organized, especially when your tendency is to stack things on flat surfaces.

I got a set of shelving set up last night, to hold Graham's toys in the basement. I put it in the space where there was a simple desk. (I had planned to sew down there. Since it hasn't happened in 8 years, I'm thinking it's not going to.)

I cleaned off the desk and cleared out its drawer and this will be Graham's desk for now. I'll get a set of rolling files for his papers and teach him how to file his own stuff. I'll move it upstairs when I have room for it.

Graham's room is slowly emerging. I can't believe how long it takes! After I sort out clothes and obvious trash (thousands of tissues), there is a set of random stuff that needs sorting through. I've labeled two drawers "small toys" and one "small stuffed toys" to store them downstairs. He is choosing to donate a bunch of stuff and decided he didn't want his Brio-type trains nor the Lincoln Logs. I sold them for $15 and decided to give him the money, as they were his (I said I'd take $5 for my trouble but either he didn't want to or was too busy bugging his eyes out at $15 cash).

Pretty soon now, he'll have a whole new room and I'll have a cleaner, lighter house. Nice.