Before Eleanor was born, we had a guest bedroom and a study. After the guest bedroom became the nursery, the study became the study/guest bedroom with a double bed squished next to the bookshelves and desk. It's not spacious, but it gets the job done.
Back when we had a guest bedroom, it was the perfect dressing room or boudoir. We could lay out workout clothes for the following morning, or start on Wednesday, packing for a weekend trip. We could stash clean laundry in there until we got around to putting it away, or sort the piles of dirty laundry. It was a much more useful space than I would have expected a guest bedroom to be.
Of course, now it's much smaller. We still have an extra room, because the study/spare bedroom is rarely used. But for whatever reason it just doesn't fill the same purpose as well. I guess the study used to collect all of the spare bits of paper and the guest bedroom used to collect clothes and bags. Now that it all ends up in the same place, chaos has ensued. Particularly during the winter, we just close off the heater vent and keep that door shut. It's too painful to look at.
Every once in a while, we'll get the time and energy to sort through everything, and put things back in their proper places. I breathe a sigh of relief and contentment at the clean, uncluttered space. And as soon as I turn around, the stuff starts accumulating again.
Other people have this problem, right? I used to think a 3-bedroom house would be the perfect size for a family of 4. But now I'm not so sure. If we don't even have the study/spare bedroom, where will the clothes and bits of paper go?
So long, dining room table!