It's that time again

If I were pregnant, you'd call it nesting. When Hubs does it I call it tizzying. Others call it spring cleaning. Whatever your name for it is, I'm doing it. I'm getting the place organized. I can live with a certain level of chaos, but every 3 months or so I reach my breaking point. On the current list of things to tackle: the kids shoes in their closet (going into baskets now), the insane number of toys we own (going to Cousin Muriel), Grant's room (shedding the ginormous bookcase, setting up his big boy bed!!, and moving the toybox into his room), and as a result of changing Grant's room, we'll have to problem solve the books on the bookshelf we're shedding. And finally, the backyard. That place stresses me out every time I'm out there and I've got big plans for it. Aside from the pool removal. I'm moving the sand box, doing some weed pulling, and laying some ground cover. Oh, and fixing the falling down fence with our new neighbor.

Off to sort toys while the kids are gone.