I honestly could cry. Our playroom/office space is filling up with his crap and, though this is not its final resting place, it is depressing the hell out of me as it's never going to be able to be as out of sight as it was. (conversion of the store room to more living space)
We moved here about 8 months ago and I was just feeling like things were coming together and looking a bit organised - it's not anymore.
woe is me.