Feeling Capable

Not actually being capable, but feeling capable. I hope that makes sense.

Yesterday I tackled the abyss that is my children's room. And I had an idea of what I wanted to get organized. And I did what I thought would work. And I think that it just might work although now it is all demolished again.

But the framework is there. The tools to get it back are in order instead of scattered here and there around the house. I'm wondering if you guys can tell that I'm talking about Bec's trains and accessories here. They are overwhelming, but he loves them so much, we can't leave any of them put away when the train playing begins. At some point, maybe this can help us meet in the middle. Making for a happy boy and a happy mama.