In two days we're going to have a lovely time at the beach. Guess what I did today. Pack? No. Clean my house so we can come home and just relax? Hahahahahaha...no. Noooo, I decided to start a project! A project that involves spackle and caulk and paint and rewiring electrical thingies. Oh, and spray painting about a million and one picture frames. Which of course, that project within the project right there involves taking frames apart and cleaning glass and which glass did this frame go with again?
Clearly, my brain has been abducted by aliens. I just don't know why they couldn't abduct the mess, too.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Friday, August 26, 2011
The Happy Yellow Spoon
My friend Becky has been writing adorable stories about sad, abused, inanimate objects that become loved and cherished and well cared for. I love Becky's stories. So I thought I'd take a stab at writing my own inanimate object story. Except mine would have a twist. It would be a riches to rags story. Now, after many hours minutes of crafting my tale, I present to you:
Once upon a time a women's ministry director gave a mama a happy yellow spoon. The mama liked the yellow spoon and she knew just what to use it for. It would become a lock for her printer cabinet so that the mischievous baby would be foiled in his attempts to create more messes.
The happy yellow spoon rested happily in the cabinet door handles, guarding the electronics and files and printer paper from the mischievous baby. It was a good life. And the mama loved the happy little spoon because the mama always liked using objects in quirky ways and a spoon lock was most definitely quirky.
But, alas! The mischievous baby grew into a mischievous toddler who soon figured out how to remove the happy yellow spoon from his post. The mama disciplined the mischievous toddler and the mischievous toddler learned to leave the cabinet alone. And just like that the yellow spoon became superfluous.
And so the mama removed her quirky door lock and placed him in the drawer with all the other spoons and spatulas. The happy yellow spoon was doomed to drown in sauces and become stained by tomatoes and onions and have his happy yellow head singed in skillets of scrambled eggs.
The Happy Yellow Spoon
Once upon a time a women's ministry director gave a mama a happy yellow spoon. The mama liked the yellow spoon and she knew just what to use it for. It would become a lock for her printer cabinet so that the mischievous baby would be foiled in his attempts to create more messes.
The happy yellow spoon rested happily in the cabinet door handles, guarding the electronics and files and printer paper from the mischievous baby. It was a good life. And the mama loved the happy little spoon because the mama always liked using objects in quirky ways and a spoon lock was most definitely quirky.
But, alas! The mischievous baby grew into a mischievous toddler who soon figured out how to remove the happy yellow spoon from his post. The mama disciplined the mischievous toddler and the mischievous toddler learned to leave the cabinet alone. And just like that the yellow spoon became superfluous.
And so the mama removed her quirky door lock and placed him in the drawer with all the other spoons and spatulas. The happy yellow spoon was doomed to drown in sauces and become stained by tomatoes and onions and have his happy yellow head singed in skillets of scrambled eggs.
The End
And if you didn't feel like reading all that nonsense, here's a visual illustration of my spoon's life. You're welcome.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Linen Closet Organization
I'm not typically a bathroom snoop in other people's houses. I usually just do my business and move on. But I do love seeing how other people organize their stuff and if people invite me to see inside their closets and cabinets, I'm always interested. So I thought I'd share how I organized the closet in our main bathroom.
Here's the full view, almost. I couldn't get the very top shelf in but
you can see part of it in the picture below.
We have all our meds up high where the kids can't reach.
I also keep our toilet scrubber up there because otherwise Miles will use it as a sword.
A few months ago I was looking at this make-up organizer at Storables.
But the Thrifty McFrugal in me just couldn't justify paying $29.95 for it.
Last week I saw the exact organizer (it still had the Storables tag on it) sitting
on the shelf at my favorite thrift store. It cost $1.50.
And here it is on the next shelf down. I put it through the dishwasher and it came out looking brand new.
Also on this shelf is my hair stuff and things I want the kids to be able to reach. At least the older kids. Because that way they can fetch things for me. Because that is the whole reason I had kids, so they can bring me stuff. I should have named one of them Fetchy McBring-me-that. The plunger is here for the same "Miles will use it as a sword" reason.
I'm really happy with my new organizer. It's so nice to be able to see all that I have at a glance.
I have a mirror hanging on a hook to the left of the closet so that this whole shelf works as a kind of
hair and make-up/mom get ready station.
I have a mirror hanging on a hook to the left of the closet so that this whole shelf works as a kind of
hair and make-up/mom get ready station.
We go through a lot of washcloths in a week with all the wiping of boys' faces that we have to do.
I recently bought 24 new ones from Target (8 for $3.99) and now they live
in this storage bin so the kids can grab them all by themselves.
And finally, at the very bottom we have the potty chair and the scale.
Both ready to slide out at any moment. And yes, I really do hate that toilet paper.
So there you have it! A little tour of our bathroom closet. Now you don't even have to snoop!
But if you already have, I forgive you, Snoopy Von Peeperson.
But if you already have, I forgive you, Snoopy Von Peeperson.