Showing posts with label projects. Show all posts
Showing posts with label projects. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

And it begins...






Ahh crap. My organization essentials have started to arrive. No more procrastinating. First shipment of four fairly large boxes came yesterday, which excited the kids immensely. The Boy ran back to their kitchen and returned with a plastic knife. He tried to “cut” the tape on the boxes to open them. I guess he watches mommy open her goodies via internet shopping a little too often. The Girl was happy just climbing on them. The first box that I opened puzzled me. I could not recall ordering anything that would need these large boxes, and then The Boy discovered why they were so large: retailer’s wasting resources. Refer to photos of the vast amount of paper needed to ship and protect this petite table top ironing board. It provided a brief moment of entertainment for the kids, but still bugs me.

As for the ironing board, yes, I broke down and purchased an iron. Fortunately it has yet to arrive so the chore of ironing is not added to my chaos as of today. I have never owned an iron. I have only attempted to iron once. Did not work out well. I bring clothes to the drycleaners for them to iron…or to my mother in laws housekeeper. But this is getting silly. The kids wardrobe is ever expanding and I need to suck it up and do this chore myself. Maybe. Maybe if her housekeeper quits. And the new one doesn’t iron.

Monday, July 12, 2010

Clutter Chaos

Chaos? Doting on and caring for 2 kiddos under 2, working semi-full time and trying my damnest to be a good and patient wifey, is all part of life. No big deal. But then I add little projects (like this blog for instance) into the mix. Currently I am on a de-clutter every closet in my house mission. I started by ordering a bunch of organization “necessities” from a couple of websites last week. This helped to prolong the mission b/c obviously I cannot start without these essentials. So while this is in limbo, I am in the middle of Lysoling and washing unused baby gear items so that I can get rid of that type of clutter. So far, this task is making me crazed b/c of nostalgia reasons mostly. Mommies can understand this. Daddies cannot. And the daddy in my house is wasting his time trying to figure out the meaning behind the craziness- wondering if this is b/c I want another baby (not really), or am sad my babies are growing up (this could be the correct answer to almost any question), or that the house still looks like we have out grown it even with this stuff gone (good guess), or maybe it’s just b/c I am realizing how much money I’ve spent on all this crap that still looks brand new (ding ding ding!).