A little space to breath?

There use to be space in the house free of caos. Little places at least where the eye could rest, place which served as backdrops to my photos.

Matthewbera's room (really the guest room, or the perfect little nursery), clean because no one used it.

A wall in our bedroom.

The top of the stairs.

I would also ensure to cultivate a single surface, clear except for the artistically arranged items.

Now everywhere I look is a visual cacophony. Noise screeching at me, demanding me to look here, no here, no here, NO HERE!

Some of it is 4 people in one house, we just have stuff, and furniture, and toys, and tables and chairs and beds. Some of it is smaller daily life. The pile of laundry in the office will get folded (if the baby sleeps this evening) while I watch tv, then they go upstairs. So there is a constant flow of daily things, clothes, dishes, toys, books all slowly making their way where they go. Then there are the "midrange" items. Christmas stockings I plan to embroider names on sitting in the office. Books to give away, baby toys which will migrate to toddler toys, then big kid toys, and eventually in years out of the house. Pictures on every wall, and more waiting to be hung or waiting for more space.

And I am just feeling a little bit smothered. Suffocated. Claustrophobic. Unable to focus.

The laundry will get folded eventually, these dishes washed and put away, books moved, clothes given away, toys picked back up (and pulled back out, and picked back up) and at this point I know I should be focusing on 1 thing.

29 days until classes end. Breath.

But when I am sitting in the middle of all of it, those 29 days seem too far away... how can I even find my way to my desk, my laptop, the door in all this?