I did it on my own because I didn’t want Mr.
Organizing my house, however, is something I have complete control over. The unknowns of birth and child-rearing terrify me (continually, daily) and I’m cognizant of how many factors stretch far beyond our control where our children are concerned.
I’m also keenly aware that an organization project like this won’t happen in the aftermath of birth, which lasts at least a year. I undertook this project in large part because I am pregnant and pregnancy overwhelms me with a desire to control my surroundings. I think I’d do the same with my pregnancies–just show up one day with a baby–except that it’s quite obvious I’m carrying around an infant in there. I did the same thing with my book–I didn’t want to tell you until after it was written for fear it might not happen. I think I was afraid if I told you about it before it was completed it might never get done. I’ve so wanted to share how this process felt as it unfolded, but I knew I needed to finish it first. Of course my work wasn’t constant, but rather, as all my work is, sporadic and crammed into naptime and preschool time and the ten minutes I can grab at any given moment during my hectically joyful days of parenting a two-year-old, being pregnant, managing a homestead, launching my book, and writing Frugalwoods. This entire process took me an embarrassingly long stretch of time–I didn’t keep close track, but I’d say four or five months.
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