Well, we did it. We conquered the basement.
Have I told you about our scary basement? The basement itself wasn’t scary, honestly, it was the most un-scary basement of all the houses we looked at. But since the painters were still working hard when we moved in, the majority of our boxes and belongings were thrown into the basement to be sorted and put away later.
Then Sam and the gang made forts out of the boxes, unpacked things, moved them around, and generally set about making me think I was going insane. When a box says “Kitchen stuff” and then it holds one muffin tin full of oats, a pile of scarves, 8 books, and a shoe it sets my head spinning.
Eventually, we had to bar the kids from playing in the basement because inevitably every time they went down there the sounds of glass breaking punctuated their play.
But this was our weekend to conquer it all. Armed with a plan and full pot of coffee, we set about opening the last boxes, putting things on the shelves that line the room, and deciding what we could live without.
The kids were very helpful being our gophers. They were excited by the fact that when we finished, they’d get their favorite play room back.
And despite the multiple interruptions that punctuate a normal Saturday for us, by 9 pm, we could safely call it: Finished.
What would make me a good blogger is if I had a Before picture to show you. But I don’t. So imagine if you will this entire floor area covered in furniture, boxes, and kid-made blanket forts.
This picture makes me laugh because somehow, unintentionally, I managed to photograph the room so you can’t see the GIGANTIC trash pile by the back door.
But we like to keep it real for you here, which is why it gives me pleasure to show you this;
On the other side of the basement is a slightly more finished area. We’re hoping to add a ping-pong table soon, but for now one end holds Sam’s drums (oh, GLORY, I can’t hear him upstairs) and the other end holds our books.
For being book people, it felt a little weird to put our books in the basement, but the upstairs is much cleaner and less cluttered feeling without them. I have the school books we need upstairs and everything else is ready and waiting for us downstairs. I even used a label-maker to keep it all organized. (All of my friends who know I’m allergic to label-makers just fell to the floor in a faint.)
One last little thing to show you… Sitting downstairs, just waiting to be installed, are my double ovens. We are planning a kitchen remodel and these shiny beauties (purchased for a great price on Black Friday) are living in my basement until then.
I like to think they class up the joint.
I go visit them often to stroke the shiny buttons and kiss them and call them “Precious.”
Exhausted but exhilarated from a good day’s work, Andrew and I sat on the couch and celebrated. “We did it! The very last box is unpacked!”
And then I walked into the school room this morning and found these:
Cue sad trombones…