Get Out of Town: Tips and Tricks

Minnesotans are a pretty quiet bunch.  We are serious and pretty hard-working, not too comfortable with flash and luxury, and for the most part we are busy worker bees.  However, we do harbor one indulgent habit...we stretch our summer weekends past the normal boundaries.  There are just not enough of them, so instead, we wiggle around the rules.  We sneak out early, we drop our bits in the car, and we get the heck out of town.  Over and over and over, all summer long.


This year we moved out of a bungalow built in 1920 and into a rambler built in 1960.  I'm not always excited about the change, although in some ways I have been pleasantly surprised.  For example, I do not really miss having a third floor (at least for practical matters like having small children in tow).  I am, however, bedeviled by our closets.  Our 1920s house had added closets from a prior renovation, so we were not experiencing the full storage crisis that we should have been.  Our 1960 house needs more closets.  More, bigger, with lights in them, closets.

Eight Principles of Organizing for Inspiration

I have been spending some time setting up my creative space due to our recent move, which has put me in an organizing mood in general.  We are experiencing a loss of closets and storage in our new house, which is always challenging.  Add maternity supplies, and a pile of breastfeeding-friendly clothing, a second young child  and a tight budget to the household mix, and the result is me digging deep and getting back to basics when it comes to managing our stuff.  

Give Care

Changes in the day-to-day operation of our family have turned me into a true stay-at-home mom.  The kind where I was the big pregnant mama dragging my toddler around everywhere this summer, and the kind where now the new baby is by my side for every hour of the day.  I find the intensity of non-stop kid quite challenging, as I'm sure most caregivers do.  I also learn a lot, which may sound odd, but since our family has grown, and the amount of day care that I use has shrunk, I am, more often than I was in the past, struck by the minutiae of the young lives for which I am responsible.