Wouldn't You Like to be a Tubbie Too?

Little did I know when I got pregnant, the first thing I should've done is run out and buy stock in those companies that make plastic storage tubs. Because let me tell you, around here we've got a tub for everything. My hall closet looks like that warehouse in "Raiders of the Lost Ark".... just stacks and stacks of tubs. I didn't realize the true genius of the tub until I entered the garage of my cousin Gena (mommy of four), where she has tubs of children's clothes all perfectly sorted: Girls 0-6 months, Boys 12-18 months, Infant Shoes, etc. A lightbulb went off in my head, and I've been tubbing ever since.

Need a tub of Princess Dress Up Clothes? I got it. How about a tub just for those annoying Melissa and Doug wooden puzzles that kids like to dump all over the house? Got that too. I've got a Play-doh and Accessories tub (large, but shallow), a Shopping and Gift Bags tub (I know I'll re-use 'em one day soon!), and even a Battery tub (small, acts as home corral for opened battery packs). Now that we have a fish tank, I've even got a tub for all the nets, tubing, and strange water purification drops they told me to buy. It's bad. My mom is staying at my house these days... let's just say she's lucky she's not sleeping in a tub.

But I know it's not only me. The other day in Toys R Us, I saw that they're now selling Pampers by the tub. Who needs a box anymore? I don't know what's behind my drive to tub everything: a little OCD, a desire to bring chaos into a home with two little ones, a dream that one day I will - like Bono - find what I'm looking for. All I know is that I've got an addiction. "Go, Tub Nation!"