|I forgot to take a picture before I|
started, but I think you get the idea.
I pulled that little kiddie table
over to assist me.
Oh, the things I found.
The shelves of the pantry were bowing - I think the cans were too heavy. Don't get me started on the contractors and their incompetence, because I do think standard pantry shelves should be able to handle pantry items. They thought I was going to pay someone to do fancy designer shelving in there and then they admitted that they could do shelves - that it was included in my quote.
Knowing the things I know now - like how my farm sink is pulling away from the counter-top because they failed to put enough support underneath it, I suspect they half-assed the shelves. See, I said don't get me started. Sigh.
|I found this in the pantry. Hard|
to tell because the package stays
upright when empty. That's right
- empty. As in, WHY THE
HELL CAN SOMEONE
NOT THROW THIS AWAY?
The pantry is huge, yet I started to struggle to find space for things during these last few months of 'what-will-the-stores-run-out-of-next.'
We are planning to host a joint grad party for Lad and Reg on the 15th along with a cousin, so I hoped to clear the dining room corner of my food items. I have been keeping pasta, canned goods, apple juice, quinoa, etc. in a corner of the dining room. That's right, I am a classy chick what with a spa that catered to raccoons in June AND groceries littering the floors inside of my home. Honestly, if I didn't know any better I would believe that while I sleep the raccoons get an invite inside the home. Then I realize - oh, shit. The place looked almost this bad when I went to bed, it only looks slightly worse now.
Yet, I am able to bury my face in my photo albums, relax at the now-opened local pool, and dump groceries in the dining room and manage to ignore the chaos.
It's a gift.
Quite sure the KC sister-in-law never feels like raccoons ravage the inside of her home. Double sigh.
Anyway, being out of town last week for 4 days to KC and about to leave again for Michigan for 5 days with a grad party approaching on the 15th, I hit panic mode.
|Why so many cans? I insisted that |
we have cans of soup for dinner.
My people looked at me like I was
crazy, then I felt guilty and ran to
Costco for the few things I need
for Michigan and bought a Costco
rotisserie chicken. Soup, chicken,
bread, salad. They survived and
my can inventory decreased slightly.
I emptied the pantry in the middle of a very rough night with Lad. Nothing says family fun like reorganizing space while juggling unfounded insults. Suffice it to say Lad said and texted awful things directed at me after I wouldn't let him use my car to hang out with friends after he spoke to me disrespectfully. He currently prefers not to recognize authority, which is interesting. Even though I know he is struggling, living with the drama is constant turmoil. We are working on a plan. Keep you posted there.
The offspring bumped up their game sensing my desperation and my emotional-Lad-induced-state and we finished the pantry in an almost-all-hands-on-deck game changer, days after returning from KC.
The question is will I be able to find what I need and will my 'helpers' know how to put stuff away now that it cannot be tossed willy-nilly on the dining room floor?
What's your most disorganized part of your home? Have you ever moved something to a 'better' spot only to eventually undo it?