Too many books

Is it possible to have too many books?
I think we may have too many books.
I love books, j loves books, the kids love books.
The thing is, I believe the children would treasure them more if they felt they were really special. It is a tricky one really, because they adore them, and I don't want to give away books they want to look at.

We haven't got lots, we have 1000's. Well a 1000 or so.

I feel so much better to day.
My office is looking better by the day, the boys room is unrecognisably tidy. What I want to achieve though is more than tidying.
I can only do this bit by bit.
I am so glad that this is day 40 rather than day one.

Happy weekend.
Hope it snows again tomorrow.

Day 38

Sigh.
I am finding it really hard to keep this going. During the week I am so tired trying to juggle work, children and life. I know that it is making a difference, but I want to find the fun in it, and I can't at the moment. Probably thinking too hard.

Yesterday the school was shut because of the snow. Fabulous. I took the kids sledging.
Magical, and wonderful and free. That is what life should be like.

Maybe I should live in a treehouse.
Maybe I was kidnapped as a child, and I really am from the aristocracy, and need staff to organise my life.

Anyone fancy being staff?
Payment in accordians, snowstorms, and photography.

Now to the point.
The big clean up; the big project.

Yesterday organised O's desk, and the boxes by it. Brought art stuff down stairs, and the cupboard that used to be full of baby paraphenalia is now organised with art materials.

Today spent half an hour cleaning up my office/study/room.
Maybe tomorrow if I am feeling really brave I will post a before picture.

Today it snowed

and snowed and snowed. Tomorrow it will snow some more, and the kids and I don't have to go to school.
Instead we will lie in, do art things, watch dvds, eat pop corn - oh yes I forgot, we will also do a bit of crazy sorting.

Just a little bit.

Sunday did O's desk. It took 2 hours!
I feel like curling up and going to bed, it is so early too. What is wonderful is that I don't have to wish for the grill pan fairy.

This project has taken quite a bit of stress out of my life.
The question is am I turning into my parents?

I keep on remembering when one of my closest friends thought it would be really funny to invite people to see my bedroom, during a party I had (this was years ago). I was furious, I was mortified, I was embarrassed. It was like my darkest secret being revealed. Like being naked in front of strangers. She hadn't realised what a problem it was for me. She just thought it was funny.

We are still friends.