Okay, once again linking up with the Friday Clean Up Link Up at Real Housekeeping and just generally reflecting on other miscellany from the week. We'll start with the cleaning part!
The horror! The horror!
I realize that the video was kind of dark, so here are a few stills to show the inside.
|Not much we can do about the amount of stuff up top, but Allen did reorganize it, I think.|
|Look! My clothes are accessible!|
|Don't you love that origami crane mobile? The middle schoolers at Molalla River Academy made it for me before I went on maternity leave! What a great present!|
But it wasn't long before the aisle on Allen's side was completely (and I mean completely, as in "can't see the carpet") submerged in stuff that had no other place to go. He was having to crawl into bed anyway since the walkway was unwalkable; putting it up by the wall just made sense.
We did a bit of purging but mostly it was just Allen's brilliant Tetris-master rearranging skills that came into play. You may be thinking, "Hmm, their closet still has kind of a lot of stuff in it besides clothes." And you would be right. But remember: our bedroom closet and the kids' bedroom closets are the only closets in the house. There is no shed, no attic, no basement, no hall closet, no pantry, no nothing. We have a storage bench outside and that's about it. So we stuff as much as we can into the closets…and under our beds. Allen built and designed our bed frame so that it is about 2 feet off the ground and there are lots of totes and other things underneath.
Wherever you are, I hope you'll join me in raising your glass/coffee mug/sippy cup/whatever you've got to my husband, Allen Cook, and his amazing organizational skills and devotion to his wife's blog work. Cheers!
|Clothes are actually hanging on hangers instead of being stuffed into boxes and bags|
|Toys (not currently in rotation) picked through, sorted, and rearranged|
|That girl has a million dresses…almost all hand-me-downs from someone or other!|
|On another day I'll go through some of the "outgrown clothes" and purge some excess...|
|Now that's what I call a Happy Meal!|
Sadly, it appears that we never got a picture of Max in this outfit…what a pity! It is so cute!
- Homeschool, public school, private school?
- Spanking, time-outs, revoking privileges?
- Vaccinations, delayed vaccinations, or none?
I faced one of the hardest today:
Fanny pack or no fanny pack?
Look, I'm a child of the 80s and 90s, and fanny packs used to be so rad. And then, suddenly, they became something that only moms wore (and not-so-hip moms at that). I didn't really think about it again, until recently when I bought a used ergo which came with a matching fanny pack.
"Yeah, like I'll ever use that," I chortled. (Pride goeth before a fall.)
Then today I took all the kids to OMSI (our science center). I would have Ben in the carrier, Max in the umbrella stroller, Ruby walking beside me, and the diaper bag/backpack on my back. The purse portion of my diaper bag was not easily accessible with that load. I remembered the fanny pack.
Should I? Do I dare disturb the universe?
I dared. And it was extremely practical.
I won't win style points for it, but sometimes a mom's gotta do what a mom's gotta do.
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