The Pottery Barn Kids Catalogue is Mom Porn.

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Some women fantasize about sex. Some women fantasize about food. Some about shoes. I, however, fantasize about being organized. This means that I don’t have orgasms. I have organazms. Pottery Barn Kids catalogues are my porn. It’s a recent development for me, actually. I used to be firmly in the shoe-fantasy camp, but then I had kids, and suddenly my structured, type-A, everything-in-it’s-place life began to fall apart at the seams. Now, instead of drooling outside the display window at Barney’s, I find myself lingering in front of The Container Store.

 

The problem, primarily, is with the piles. Well, ‘problem’ is kind of an understatement; my husband and I have practically sought couples therapy over the piles. He doesn’t seem to understand why the piles exist in the first place (when you bring something inside, just put it away where it belongs), and he certainly doesn’t understand why they keep multiplying and spreading across the kitchen countertops like a fungus. I’ve tried explaining to him that it’s not my fault. I have very few things in the piles. A few loose phone numbers here and there, scribbled onto scraps of paper while balancing a screaming toddler on my hip, some bills, maybe a magazine or two. I’ll take responsibility for half of a pile, tops. It’s my kids who are to blame for the other forty three of them.

 

Now granted, I will admit that I created the kid piles, but if the stuff wasn’t in piles it would just be spread out all over the floor, so actually, the piles are a form of organization, albeit a primitive one. Some of the piles are legit: things that I just haven’t gotten around to filing or putting away, like the handprints that my son brought home from his Grandma & Me class, the piece of paper with my daughter’s height and weight on it from her four year old checkup (which was in May), or the toys that migrated north from the playroom to the den. But, as I have explained to my husband, the majority of these kid piles should not even qualify as real piles at all, because in reality, they’re comprised not of real things that I am waiting to file, or put away, but rather, of things that I am waiting to throw out, just as soon as a sufficient amount of time has passed so that my children won’t notice. Another rainbow flower picture drawn by daughter. A birthday party goody bag filled with plastic, age-inappropriate choking hazards for my two year old. A handful of business cards that my daughter swiped from my nail salon. None of these things will ever have a permanent home anywhere in my house, and so therefore I can’t just put them away, as my husband likes to suggest in his I-am-a-husband-and-therefore-have-no-freakin-clue-what
-it-is-to-actually-deal-with-a-four-year-old-whose-eighty-seventh-
rainbow-flower-picture-this-week-has-been-tossed-in-the-recycle-
trashcan-by-her-mother way of his. I’m perpetually stacking and restacking these doomed piles, and I do toss them out, eventually. It’s just that every time I manage to clear a bunch of them, ten more appear in their place. They’re like cockroaches. Or Gremlins.

 

purgeistheword
05.07.08

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actionjackson03
05.07.08

My sister-in-law's house closely resembles the PBK catalog. It is annoying. I took a few days off a couple weeks ago, sent my kid to the sitter's, and cleaned out my home office. It was heaven.

teacupteachermom
05.06.08

Does anyone really have a house like those in PBK? I'm totally with you on this one and love the analogy to airbrushed pictures of models!

ineed5minutes
05.06.08

I, too, have piles. And occassionally I go through them and toss stuff... only to be accosted by my very sensitive 7 year old that she "made that one special for you, mommy". So, I keep on piling... God bless us Pilers :)

skubygurl
05.06.08

My piles sound just like your piles..but my hubby ADDS to them. Why do we have to keep every hotel/casino offer from Las vegas again dear? :?

PJsMom
05.06.08

Combination Gospel and 12-step blg here. So brilliantly true. off to straighten my piles...

freshchestermama
05.06.08

I've just had a different moment with the PBK catalog. One of my friends broke the news to me that our (relatively) unusual son's name has made its way onto the pages of the catalog as a personalization example.

Oh, the devastation when your carefully selected moniker for your little one becomes popular.

Not that I'm not still going to look at every page anyhow and dog-ear the best bits, as alas...we have piles too.

mharkey
05.05.08

So True So True... I get this mag and drool every time I look through it!