|The drawer looks great with two bigger spaces still|
available after finding a home for the 18 hand
sanitizer containers. Just need to figure out what
to do with the extra crap on the kitchen counter.
No one said it would be easy.
|I guess I buy chapstick each time a kid complains|
about chapped lips. There are lots of
lips in this house, but STILL!
|The other drawer on the |
buffet that will be more
geared towards kids' supplies.
Again - loving the room to spare.
|This was taken early on in the evening|
when I still wondered if I was going to
make any progress. We might be able to
take a cruise with the amount of loose
change scraped together here.
Coach asked where the applesauce belongs. The pantry is kind of up for grabs right now which happens when kids on break rummage around for two weeks digging for snacks (and leaving EMPTY bags of chips here and there). The place where the applesauce goes was occupied by empty bags, so I moved stuff out of the way. That's when Coach planted the four jars of applesauce on the shelves STILL IN THE PLASTIC GROCERY BAGS. He was then bent out of shape when I objected.
|I considered putting the applesauce back|
in the plastic grocery bags for this photo,
but the thought of it exhausted me.
I woke up today and decided to clean off my bathroom counter top and wipe it down while Coach was still home and downstairs. Babies were in high chairs and slopping food in their faces, etc. so no one needed me. I had taken some cash out of my jeans pocket a few days ago that I think I stuffed in there on a recent trip to Costco. I am confident that it was $60, but not positive. I grabbed it to put it in my wallet in the kitchen and it was only $20. Question: #12: Who helped themselves to my $40? It was not Coach, which I already figured because he would have told me or texted me: Hey needed cash, grabbed from bathroom counter. I have my suspicions, but I am just hoping that I only had a $20 in there.
I am excited to be able to remove my charger from my bathroom now that Lad is back at school. I charge my phone in my bathroom when he is home because he is a charger thief. One could say that he steals energy, and one would be correct on MANY levels. I am glad to be done with the Christmas break general question posed by my phone using kids: Question #13: Who took my charger?
I wanted to collapse into bed, but I still had high hopes of getting my dry erase calendar updated, so I pressed on in my last day off task-attack. I made Mini sit at the snack bar and call dates out to me from her basketball schedule. Question #14: Where do you play on the 11th? That cannot be right, etc.
When I did finally crawl into bed at 11 and set my alarm for 5:25 am to go to my workout class, I could not go to sleep. I was starving. I tried to ignore it. Then my bedroom door opened. It was Curly, she couldn't sleep. Question #15: Are you worried about anything? She was not. Tough to go to sleep after two weeks of staying up late on a whacky older sibling schedule. I agreed to rub her back for 15 seconds and then I needed to sleep.
This brings us to this morning when kids had to go back to school. Coach was home and when Tank AND Mini failed to wake up/didn't set alarms/overslept, he lost it. Question #16: (posed by Coach because I don't even bother to ask anymore) How do you not know how to set an alarm? He and I raced around and packed their lunches and made them breakfast/poured them juice so they could rush to school.
When I drove Curly to dancing, she read more of Little Women. Question #18: (posed by sweet Curly in response to the March sisters in the book who are too poor to get gifts for Christmas) Doesn't Santa bring them anything?
I would already be in bed, but I yelled down the stairs an hour ago to Coach with an important question. #19: Can you come up here? Hurry - the dryer is smoking! Like literally smoke pouring out of it. Followed by the ever-important: Question #20: Are the smoke detectors working so we don't perish in our sleep?