A few days ago, we scheduled our home study update meeting with our social worker for this morning. The plan was to meet at the agency for an hour or so, then she would type up the minimal changes to our home study, and that would be that. I was a bit surprised that the meeting would be at the agency instead of at our home, but I didn’t question anything. I’ve learned in this process to just do what I’m told.
So, in the middle of the day yesterday, I got a call from the social worker, who said something along the lines of, “I’m so sorry, I screwed up and I can’t believe that I scheduled this for at the agency and not at your home. I have to come to your house.” This really wasn’t a big deal as the same date and time worked, and we made plans for her to come to us instead of us going to her. No big deal.
After hanging up the phone, I remembered that this is what our finished basement looked like:
We’ve had a plan for months that we would work on our basement this winter. We want to get rid of the old couch and chair, move the table and chairs, and create a new storage area in the back nook part that is somewhat visible in the back of the first photo. It would be a good winter project, we thought, and it’s something we need to do before attempting to empty out my office so that it can be turned into a nursery. So, for months, we’ve been doing NOTHING with the basement. If something needed to go down there? We’d just throw it anywhere! So what if getting out Christmas decorations required unloading an entire closet? There was no need to put any of it away! And this is how we ended up with a basement that looked like we had the beginnings of a bona fide hoard.
But, there is nothing quite like your social worker coming in less than 24 hours to motivate you to clean up your basement! (Note: If this was an unfinished basement, I wouldn’t worry about it as much. But this counts as living space, and we already explained to her that we hoped this would be a good play area some day…)
So, when we got home from work, we changed clothes and got down to business. We went through the pantry, the tool/furnace room (not that we store anything in our furnace room, of course), and the laundry room and did phase one of our reorganization plan. We moved things from one spot to another and weeded out a bunch of stuff we just didn’t need or want anymore. We filled up my entire car with stuff for Goodwill and the dump for phase two.
We ended up with some things that didn’t quite have homes, but that was okay since we stacked them up in the space we plan to close off with a simple set of curtains (to create a flexible storage space without spending money or making permanent changes).
Here’s the end result. It is SO much better.
How many readers have already figured out the punchline to this story?
She never left the living/dining area of our house.
Oh well, at least we finally found the motivation to organize our basement!