Well that’s one way to deal with clutter.

This afternoon, after 4pm, we’ll find out if our hopefully-only-almost-unending quest for a house is finally over. I went back through my old blog’s posts because I couldn’t believe it, but we started looking at houses (quasi-seriously) in October of ’09. No look at that again – oh-freaking-nine! Our only condition is the inspection, so fingers crossed.

Now here’s the sticky bit – our current house is bursting at the seams. No really, BURSTING. Not only do I have that serial crafter thing going on, but we’ve got the ‘I’m not ready to not have any more babies’ thing, and a dog. And a 3-year old. And some extra furniture that I like but don’t have a place for (yet). V has two play houses in our house. Our living room rug is those square puzzle matt things. It hurts my head to think about the amount of heavy equipment that it would take to get this house presentable (oh that reminds me – If you were really looking for the opportunity to store [NOT USE] 20 or 50 rubbermaid tubs of my wool and fabric stash speak up, the line forms to the left, the interview process will be painless.)

But.

All of this clutter will rattle around in the new house. Seriously. My crowded kitchen counters will be clear. My dining room chairs will all fit around the table. We’ll be missing couches in either the family room or the living room (since we only have a living room now). I will have the craft room I want. Hubby will have a shop. And two car garage. That table I’m hanging on to? It’ll have a place. That sewing machine that my mother is so desperate to get rid of? I already know where it will live. Birds will sing, we will dance. Maybe, instead of a rec room, we’ll have a pool table. We will twirl, the dog will tiptoe across the foyer, I may just have lost control of this post. So ya, 4pm – eep.

(The next house post will hopefully be brought to you by lists. All the lists in my head. And a bit of panic)