(and because it's great and very relevant theme music for this post, I provide this link for your listening pleasure. "And the worms ate into his brain.")
DD2 has come home from college. Her dorm room is now spread between the basement, the upstairs hallway (hopefully cleaned up by this weekend), and the bedroom both daughters shared while growing up. The same bedroom where K3 and Toad now sleep when they spend Friday nights with us, since it is the only room with two beds.
Meanwhile, DD1's lease on her apartment where she's lived for the past two school years is up. She is staying in Grand Rapids this summer to work, and also take a couple final classes so she will be qualified to do her student teaching this Fall and graduate in December. She found a sub-lease for May through the beginning of August, and rather than move her belongings twice in four months she decided to live rather minimalist over the summer, and brought most of her apartment home to me and DH. (She will most likely be living at this little place here while doing her student teaching as it is unpaid as well as more than full time work, and she will not have any income to pay a lease with, let alone buy groceries or put gas into her car to get to school/teaching and back daily). Her love seat takes up most of the area in my living room where the toy box and buckets of Duplos for the grandkids to play with have been located since last fall. The rest of the contents of her former apartment are in the basement (with DD2's stuff) and in their former bedroom (with DD2's stuff, and where the grandkids bunk on Fridays).
I've been trying to reorganize the necessities (a large portion of the grandkid entertainment items have moved into the dining room) so that we can all operate somewhat enjoyably on a day to day basis with all this stuff packed into my house. But I don't think I can make it work. Everywhere I look is stuff! Stuff and stuff and stuff and stuff. . . Even in a tidy arrangement, it's just too much in this living space. Everywhere I look, everywhere I turn, there's more stuff! I can't even enjoy my own stuff (books, sewing, knitting, the computer)! My ability to operate, to think clearly, to remain sane, has gone out the window. I have no brain cells left to function.
The clutter has eaten my brain. (Envision me singing that line like Pink Floyd. Because yes, that's exactly what it sounded like when I said it out loud).