I couldn't handle the idea of not having that dresser built, and my closet not "finished" for a week. So when Justin was in for lunch I had him unpack the dresser boxes. I thought I would just work on drawers and stuff, and hopefully we'd have the dresser done in a few days.
Well, I just couldn't not finish it. So I spent hours and hours working on it today. I only needed Justin for a couple of parts where you absolutely needed two people. He was only necessary for about 5 minutes total. And to carry the thing upstairs into the closet.
I am so glad I got that dresser put together. I wish there wasn't another one sitting down there in boxes, mocking me.
I think I might save that one for a few weeks, though. I honestly believe that if I attempt to do this closer to my due date, it might actually put me into labour. No joke, I have been contracting 1 minute on, one minute off, pretty much all day long. My feet are killing me, my back is aching, I can hardly walk, and I feel like I'm in early labour. Every time I sat down today I felt like the baby's head was in my vagina.
Anyway, my nesting list is dwindling. Everything has been ready for the baby for awhile now, but there are other things around the house that I want to get done before the little Bambino makes his arrival. Getting our closet dealt with was one of the major ones. I'm 33 weeks on Wednesday, so very soon it will be time to start washing sheets, blankets, and towels, and gathering everything into one place for the home birth.
7 weeks until my due date... I'm starting to feel like it's actually within reach!
Showing posts with label Closets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Closets. Show all posts
Monday, August 20, 2012
The Closet
I should have taken before and after pictures, but that slows down my life.
My closet has been a mess for awhile now, given that a lot of stuff got thrown in there when we painted our room, and it's difficult for me to clean it out when I'm hugely pregnant and have so many random physical issues. However, this morning I finally decided to deal with it.
It was hard. And I'm not done, but I can't reach up on the shelves at the top of the closet to organize them. Thankfully the floor is cleaned off, though, and space has been made for the second dresser we're going to be putting in there.
Unfortunately the dresser is still in pieces in the boxes we bought it in. I originally bought 3 of them. One for Noah, one for the baby, and one for our closet (I'm now wishing I bought two for our closet, because they are so spacious and wonderful). The baby's got put together within the first week because I insisted. I had to have somewhere to put all his little clothes. The other two dressers have been sitting there for over a month now.
My husband is not lazy, and he's not a procrastinator when it comes to his own 'stuff,' but when it comes to something like building a dresser so that more of the clothes he wears frequently can be moved from downstairs up into our closet, and so that I can do more organizing? Yeah, he's a major procrastinator then. Granted, when you only have 2 days off a week, and on those two days you also have to mow lawns, whipper snip, vacuum the pool, go to church, visit with family and friends, and play with your kid, it is hard to make yourself spend 5 hours putting a dresser together (yes, those stupid dressers take about 5 hours each to put together).
It is physically impossible for one person to put the dresser together. Otherwise I might actually attempt it. I could put the drawers together by myself, but the boxes are HEAVY. Unpacking them is too much for me to accomplish on my own while pregnant. Plus I have to deal with Noah "helping" me if I try to do that, and it would probably take an hour per drawer because of his "help". There are 6 drawers. You do the math.
I really want to get this closet dealt with. I don't want to wait until next weekend to finally get the dresser in there. I guess I'm going to have to annoy the crap out of my dear husband and get him to work on it in the very few odd hours he has off during this week. I feel bad doing that. I would get my Dad to come over and help, but my parents are leaving the province tomorrow and won't be back until the following week.
I didn't plan this out very well, did I?
My closet has been a mess for awhile now, given that a lot of stuff got thrown in there when we painted our room, and it's difficult for me to clean it out when I'm hugely pregnant and have so many random physical issues. However, this morning I finally decided to deal with it.
It was hard. And I'm not done, but I can't reach up on the shelves at the top of the closet to organize them. Thankfully the floor is cleaned off, though, and space has been made for the second dresser we're going to be putting in there.
Unfortunately the dresser is still in pieces in the boxes we bought it in. I originally bought 3 of them. One for Noah, one for the baby, and one for our closet (I'm now wishing I bought two for our closet, because they are so spacious and wonderful). The baby's got put together within the first week because I insisted. I had to have somewhere to put all his little clothes. The other two dressers have been sitting there for over a month now.
My husband is not lazy, and he's not a procrastinator when it comes to his own 'stuff,' but when it comes to something like building a dresser so that more of the clothes he wears frequently can be moved from downstairs up into our closet, and so that I can do more organizing? Yeah, he's a major procrastinator then. Granted, when you only have 2 days off a week, and on those two days you also have to mow lawns, whipper snip, vacuum the pool, go to church, visit with family and friends, and play with your kid, it is hard to make yourself spend 5 hours putting a dresser together (yes, those stupid dressers take about 5 hours each to put together).
It is physically impossible for one person to put the dresser together. Otherwise I might actually attempt it. I could put the drawers together by myself, but the boxes are HEAVY. Unpacking them is too much for me to accomplish on my own while pregnant. Plus I have to deal with Noah "helping" me if I try to do that, and it would probably take an hour per drawer because of his "help". There are 6 drawers. You do the math.
I really want to get this closet dealt with. I don't want to wait until next weekend to finally get the dresser in there. I guess I'm going to have to annoy the crap out of my dear husband and get him to work on it in the very few odd hours he has off during this week. I feel bad doing that. I would get my Dad to come over and help, but my parents are leaving the province tomorrow and won't be back until the following week.
I didn't plan this out very well, did I?
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
15 Months Old
15 months, I can't even believe it.
Here is what Noah is up to at 15 months old:
-I'm guessing he's about 22lbs, but don't actually know.
-He is about 34 inches tall.
-He is in size 4 diapers during the day and night.
-He wears size 4 shoes.
-He nurses on demand, still about 10 times a day, but less if we're out somewhere with people he enjoys. He'll get too busy to ask for it. and I end up having to initiate it myself so that my supply doesn't get messed up.
-He still enjoys a balance of feeding himself and being fed when he eats solids. He eats mostly grown up food, but sometimes still has purees.
-He has 12 teeth. 8 of them are fully in (and have been since 8 months), 4 of them are molars that are partially broken through, but not fully. He is currently cutting 6 teeth. His 4 first year molars, which have been erupting for the past 2 months, and his upper canines. Poor baby.
-He has one nap a day, usually about an hour long.
-He sleeps 11-11.5 hours at night, getting up to nurse once. Bedtime is between 8 and 8:30pm most nights.
-He signs to nurse (the sign for milk), for water (waves his hand up and down), and to eat (sticks his finger in his mouth). Those are the only signs I'm consistent with, otherwise I'm sure he'd sign more.
-He has had a verbal explosion this month. He says 18 words now! They are: Mama, Dada, uh oh, more, this, that, cat, night night, hot, up, yes, woof woof ("what does a dog say?"), baa ("what does a sheep say?"), moo ("what does a cow say?"), car, ball, shoes, cracker. He mostly sticks with the beginning sounds in words; he's not much for the ending sounds.
-His verbal comprehension is unreal. I am always amazed that he seems to understand almost everything I say to him, follows multi-step directions, and nods or shakes his head appropriately when I ask him questions.
-He still loves to clean my house. He vacuums, dustbusts, swiffers, and dusts my tables... I wish he was a little more thorough though ;)
-This past month Noah has gotten more opinionated when it comes to running errands. He's no longer content in the cart, or stroller, or sling. Now he has his own ideas about what he wants to be doing (ie. walking around the store on his own pulling things off of shelves). He used to just come along with me wherever and was so well behaved and quiet the whole time. I miss that.
-Noah can open doors, closets, the dishwasher, the fridge, the stove, the sliding door... there's pretty much nothing that is off limits to him. According to him, anyway.
-He loves our cat Emmie (Lexie won't let him near her). He pets him, kisses him, hugs him... it almost makes cleaning up the cat hair worth it.
-He is a very affectionate little boy, with lots of hugs and kisses for Mommy. He's now getting better about giving Daddy a hug and kiss every night at bedtime.
-He just had his 12th illness this past week - a mild cold that lasted about 4 days. It wasn't a big deal, but I have no idea where it came from. I had it too, obviously.
I've been working on this off and on all day. It's 10pm now. I'm just going to post it. I don't have anything eloquent to say.
I love my kid!
The End.
Here is what Noah is up to at 15 months old:
-I'm guessing he's about 22lbs, but don't actually know.
-He is about 34 inches tall.
-He is in size 4 diapers during the day and night.
-He wears size 4 shoes.
-He nurses on demand, still about 10 times a day, but less if we're out somewhere with people he enjoys. He'll get too busy to ask for it. and I end up having to initiate it myself so that my supply doesn't get messed up.
-He still enjoys a balance of feeding himself and being fed when he eats solids. He eats mostly grown up food, but sometimes still has purees.
-He has 12 teeth. 8 of them are fully in (and have been since 8 months), 4 of them are molars that are partially broken through, but not fully. He is currently cutting 6 teeth. His 4 first year molars, which have been erupting for the past 2 months, and his upper canines. Poor baby.
-He has one nap a day, usually about an hour long.
-He sleeps 11-11.5 hours at night, getting up to nurse once. Bedtime is between 8 and 8:30pm most nights.
-He signs to nurse (the sign for milk), for water (waves his hand up and down), and to eat (sticks his finger in his mouth). Those are the only signs I'm consistent with, otherwise I'm sure he'd sign more.
-He has had a verbal explosion this month. He says 18 words now! They are: Mama, Dada, uh oh, more, this, that, cat, night night, hot, up, yes, woof woof ("what does a dog say?"), baa ("what does a sheep say?"), moo ("what does a cow say?"), car, ball, shoes, cracker. He mostly sticks with the beginning sounds in words; he's not much for the ending sounds.
-His verbal comprehension is unreal. I am always amazed that he seems to understand almost everything I say to him, follows multi-step directions, and nods or shakes his head appropriately when I ask him questions.
-He still loves to clean my house. He vacuums, dustbusts, swiffers, and dusts my tables... I wish he was a little more thorough though ;)
-This past month Noah has gotten more opinionated when it comes to running errands. He's no longer content in the cart, or stroller, or sling. Now he has his own ideas about what he wants to be doing (ie. walking around the store on his own pulling things off of shelves). He used to just come along with me wherever and was so well behaved and quiet the whole time. I miss that.
-Noah can open doors, closets, the dishwasher, the fridge, the stove, the sliding door... there's pretty much nothing that is off limits to him. According to him, anyway.
-He loves our cat Emmie (Lexie won't let him near her). He pets him, kisses him, hugs him... it almost makes cleaning up the cat hair worth it.
-He is a very affectionate little boy, with lots of hugs and kisses for Mommy. He's now getting better about giving Daddy a hug and kiss every night at bedtime.
-He just had his 12th illness this past week - a mild cold that lasted about 4 days. It wasn't a big deal, but I have no idea where it came from. I had it too, obviously.
I've been working on this off and on all day. It's 10pm now. I'm just going to post it. I don't have anything eloquent to say.
I love my kid!
The End.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Getting Rid of Crap
(This is my 500th post... I thought I should mention that, even though I don't make much attention to that stuff.)
I think I'm becoming Minimalish. Definitely not Minimalist, but maybe Minimalish. I sick of having so much stuff, and I'm taking steps to get rid of it.
We live in a 2500 square foot house that has almost no storage. There is a small crawl space under the stairs, and a small amount of storage space in the laundry room/furnace room. There are, however, 5 bedrooms plus a large office. We dedicated one bedroom to be used as storage, and the office has also gotten awfully storage-y.
This arrangement has never been acceptable to me. We would like to have three children, ultimately. I don't want my 3 children to have to share bedrooms when we have a 5+1 bedroom house. Plus we need to have a spare room with a queen bed for Justin to sleep in when I'm not sleeping and he's breathing loudly (can you say 'every night'?). So between the 3 kids, Justin and I, and the spare room, we need all 5 bedrooms.
This takes away our storage bedroom. And leaves us nowhere to put the crap that dwells in there.
I know right now we only have one kid. But I'm a planner. I think ahead. It's what I do. So my goal is to fit all of our storage stuff in the laundry room, crawl space, and maybe a little bit in the office.
If you saw how many boxes and bins we have, you would realize that is currently impossible.
I have realized that, really, we shouldn't need storage space. Not much of it, anyway. With the exception of baby stuff we are saving for the next child (which we have too much of), if we don't use this stuff, why do we even have it? Why are we letting bins and bins of stuff take up space in our home? It's weighing me down, mentally and physically.
So I'm getting rid of crap.
I started with half my wardrobe. That's right, I gave 50% of my clothing to goodwill. I got rid of all my clothes that are nice, but don't fit. I got rid of all my clothes that fit well and flatter my figure, but I never wear. I got rid of all the stuff that I don't wear, but I might wear someday. Because I finally got it through my head that even if I might wear it someday, that doesn't mean I need to wear it someday. I have other clothes I can wear instead.
Everything left in my closet and drawers are clothes I have worn in the past year (allowing for seasonal changes, and minus my maternity wear which I haven't worn for 15 months but will be wearing again one day, hopefully). It makes me feel free. I want to get rid of more! As someone who always had the hardest time parting with clothing, finally getting rid of stuff is addicting! I'm forcing myself to take my time with some of the clothes, because I don't want to regret getting rid of something. But I could really get rid of a lot more. My ultimate goal in this area is to be able to fit both Justin's and my clothes in our walk-in closet, which currently only holds my clothes. Justin has his own double closet in the upstairs spare room (yeah... we need to work on that).
I am also getting rid of other stuff we don't need. Things I packed away when I was decluttering... what's the point in keeping it? I don't need a box full of fun and fancy coffee mugs. I never used them in the 3 years they sat in the cupboard, and I have 16 coffee mugs left that belong in my dishware set. The stereos and CD players I haven't used in ages... why keep them? The old TV taking up space in the office? We will never use it, let someone else have it.
I have a plan in my head to go through the bins that were tranferred here from my parents house and be ruthless. I have three bins filled with memorabilia. I think I could whittle it down to one. Two, at the most.
I'm not sure what to do with the $7000 worth of university books and texts. I wish I had sold them to the used bookstore on campus after I was done with them. I kept them out of pride. I read every single word in every single one of those books! And there are hundreds of books! Most of them are in perfect condition, but as far as I know there's no market for these books at the second hand bookstore where I live. I might be able to donate them to a library, but I really wish I could get some sort of profit from them. Making some money on them would make it easier to part with them.
I need to convince Justin to get rid of some of his boxes, too. I might just do it for him. He doesn't even know what's down there, so what would it hurt?
I think I'm becoming Minimalish. Definitely not Minimalist, but maybe Minimalish. I sick of having so much stuff, and I'm taking steps to get rid of it.
We live in a 2500 square foot house that has almost no storage. There is a small crawl space under the stairs, and a small amount of storage space in the laundry room/furnace room. There are, however, 5 bedrooms plus a large office. We dedicated one bedroom to be used as storage, and the office has also gotten awfully storage-y.
This arrangement has never been acceptable to me. We would like to have three children, ultimately. I don't want my 3 children to have to share bedrooms when we have a 5+1 bedroom house. Plus we need to have a spare room with a queen bed for Justin to sleep in when I'm not sleeping and he's breathing loudly (can you say 'every night'?). So between the 3 kids, Justin and I, and the spare room, we need all 5 bedrooms.
This takes away our storage bedroom. And leaves us nowhere to put the crap that dwells in there.
I know right now we only have one kid. But I'm a planner. I think ahead. It's what I do. So my goal is to fit all of our storage stuff in the laundry room, crawl space, and maybe a little bit in the office.
If you saw how many boxes and bins we have, you would realize that is currently impossible.
I have realized that, really, we shouldn't need storage space. Not much of it, anyway. With the exception of baby stuff we are saving for the next child (which we have too much of), if we don't use this stuff, why do we even have it? Why are we letting bins and bins of stuff take up space in our home? It's weighing me down, mentally and physically.
So I'm getting rid of crap.
I started with half my wardrobe. That's right, I gave 50% of my clothing to goodwill. I got rid of all my clothes that are nice, but don't fit. I got rid of all my clothes that fit well and flatter my figure, but I never wear. I got rid of all the stuff that I don't wear, but I might wear someday. Because I finally got it through my head that even if I might wear it someday, that doesn't mean I need to wear it someday. I have other clothes I can wear instead.
Everything left in my closet and drawers are clothes I have worn in the past year (allowing for seasonal changes, and minus my maternity wear which I haven't worn for 15 months but will be wearing again one day, hopefully). It makes me feel free. I want to get rid of more! As someone who always had the hardest time parting with clothing, finally getting rid of stuff is addicting! I'm forcing myself to take my time with some of the clothes, because I don't want to regret getting rid of something. But I could really get rid of a lot more. My ultimate goal in this area is to be able to fit both Justin's and my clothes in our walk-in closet, which currently only holds my clothes. Justin has his own double closet in the upstairs spare room (yeah... we need to work on that).
I am also getting rid of other stuff we don't need. Things I packed away when I was decluttering... what's the point in keeping it? I don't need a box full of fun and fancy coffee mugs. I never used them in the 3 years they sat in the cupboard, and I have 16 coffee mugs left that belong in my dishware set. The stereos and CD players I haven't used in ages... why keep them? The old TV taking up space in the office? We will never use it, let someone else have it.
I have a plan in my head to go through the bins that were tranferred here from my parents house and be ruthless. I have three bins filled with memorabilia. I think I could whittle it down to one. Two, at the most.
I'm not sure what to do with the $7000 worth of university books and texts. I wish I had sold them to the used bookstore on campus after I was done with them. I kept them out of pride. I read every single word in every single one of those books! And there are hundreds of books! Most of them are in perfect condition, but as far as I know there's no market for these books at the second hand bookstore where I live. I might be able to donate them to a library, but I really wish I could get some sort of profit from them. Making some money on them would make it easier to part with them.
I need to convince Justin to get rid of some of his boxes, too. I might just do it for him. He doesn't even know what's down there, so what would it hurt?
Friday, April 15, 2011
Bullets on Friday
-Noah is sick. Again. Another cold. His 10th illness in 13 months of life. Or rather, in less than 10 months, since the first time he got sick he was 3.5 months old. Seriously, my child and I both have the worst immune systems ever.
-Noah slept over 12.5 hours last night, just getting up to nurse once at 5am. I did not sleep nearly as well, and by 7:45am I was starting to worry he was dead. When I checked on him he was just sitting up in his crib, so obviously not dead.
-I think Noah had an allergic reaction to taco seasoning. A couple of nights ago we had tacos for dinner and he ate cheese, tomatoes, and taco meat. His chin broke out in hives and his little patches of eczema, which were almost completely cleared up at his diaper change before dinner, flared up bright red again. He eats cheese, tomatoes, and ground beef on a fairly regular basis (cheese is almost everyday). Taco seasoning was the new thing. I'm skeptical though, because he's had chilli before on many occasions. Chilli seasoning and taco seasoning have almost the same ingredients. I guess we'll see next time we have tacos. I will admit that we checked on him about 5 times between putting him to bed and going to bed ourselves. We never do this, but again, we were worried he would stop breathing.
-I'm babysitting Aubrey right now. Is it wrong that I'm annoyed that she keeps trying to steal my kid's toys right out of his hands??
-Is it wrong that I think it's ridiculous that she's given chocolate milk because she won't drink regular homo milk?
-My principal has still not acknowledged my resignation in any form. No call or email saying he got it. Well, he must have. Otherwise he would have called me to see what was up, since today was the deadline. I'm fine with not having to talk to him, but I do think he is a crappy boss who doesn't handle things properly. Not even acknowledging an employees resignation? There are like 15 staffers at that school altogether, including all the part timers, secretaries, and custodians. The least he could do is acknowledge my letter! I'm so glad I'm done with that place.
-I don't know what to make for dinner tonight. I go through this everyday. About a month ago I made a meal plan for the week and didn't stick to it at all. I'm ridiculous.
-I started painting my coffee tables about 3 weeks ago. I don't even have one table done. It would have been done, but I sanded it before applying the second coat because of the extended drying time, and for some reason some of the greyness from the sanding is still showing through the second coat. I think that's weird. The other two tables are only primed. I lost my groove. And I think my paint brush is drying up in the fridge. I'm considering buying a new one instead of trying to clean it. It's oil paint. And mineral spirits smell like crapola.
-I still haven't organized Noah's closet. Or the front hall closet, or the closet by the door. I lost my groove there too.
-I guess I shouldn't be too hard on myself for not finishing these things. I need big chunks of baby-free time in order to do them, and I haven't gotten that at all in the past several weeks.
-I'm tired. And kind of cranky.
-Noah slept over 12.5 hours last night, just getting up to nurse once at 5am. I did not sleep nearly as well, and by 7:45am I was starting to worry he was dead. When I checked on him he was just sitting up in his crib, so obviously not dead.
-I think Noah had an allergic reaction to taco seasoning. A couple of nights ago we had tacos for dinner and he ate cheese, tomatoes, and taco meat. His chin broke out in hives and his little patches of eczema, which were almost completely cleared up at his diaper change before dinner, flared up bright red again. He eats cheese, tomatoes, and ground beef on a fairly regular basis (cheese is almost everyday). Taco seasoning was the new thing. I'm skeptical though, because he's had chilli before on many occasions. Chilli seasoning and taco seasoning have almost the same ingredients. I guess we'll see next time we have tacos. I will admit that we checked on him about 5 times between putting him to bed and going to bed ourselves. We never do this, but again, we were worried he would stop breathing.
-I'm babysitting Aubrey right now. Is it wrong that I'm annoyed that she keeps trying to steal my kid's toys right out of his hands??
-Is it wrong that I think it's ridiculous that she's given chocolate milk because she won't drink regular homo milk?
-My principal has still not acknowledged my resignation in any form. No call or email saying he got it. Well, he must have. Otherwise he would have called me to see what was up, since today was the deadline. I'm fine with not having to talk to him, but I do think he is a crappy boss who doesn't handle things properly. Not even acknowledging an employees resignation? There are like 15 staffers at that school altogether, including all the part timers, secretaries, and custodians. The least he could do is acknowledge my letter! I'm so glad I'm done with that place.
-I don't know what to make for dinner tonight. I go through this everyday. About a month ago I made a meal plan for the week and didn't stick to it at all. I'm ridiculous.
-I started painting my coffee tables about 3 weeks ago. I don't even have one table done. It would have been done, but I sanded it before applying the second coat because of the extended drying time, and for some reason some of the greyness from the sanding is still showing through the second coat. I think that's weird. The other two tables are only primed. I lost my groove. And I think my paint brush is drying up in the fridge. I'm considering buying a new one instead of trying to clean it. It's oil paint. And mineral spirits smell like crapola.
-I still haven't organized Noah's closet. Or the front hall closet, or the closet by the door. I lost my groove there too.
-I guess I shouldn't be too hard on myself for not finishing these things. I need big chunks of baby-free time in order to do them, and I haven't gotten that at all in the past several weeks.
-I'm tired. And kind of cranky.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Dear Weather: Please Look at the Calendar
Seriously. It is April 3. Maybe, just maybe, IT'S TIME TO STOP SNOWING!!!
I don't know when I'll have time to paint a second coat on that table, much less paint the other tables! Patience...
In the meantime, I am still organizing. Here's Noah helping me:
Here's my closet before I got at it (it's totally embarassing, I can't believe I've posting this):
I was pretty ticked off when I looked out the window on this otherwise lovely Sunday afternoon and there were enormous, gigantic snowflakes falling fast and furious.
Alright, I live in Canada. I get it. But every single time we have a thaw and have a yard that is free or almost free from snow, it freakin snows again!!!
I need for the weather to warm up. Along with the organizing streak I've been on, I'm on a furniture refurbishing kick, and when paint is drying - at least the paint I'm using - it needs to be at least 10 degrees (50 F) while you're painting and for at least 48 hours afterward. This weekend I started refinishing some hand-me-down coffee tables we have that I was not in love with. I was able to prime all three of them and paint one coat on one of them, but I'm using oil paint and it's a longer dry time than latex. So I couldn't move the table into the house where it's warmer, because the paint stays tacky for a really long time. I have an insulated garage, but it's expensive to keep electric heaters going constantly to keep the temperature at 10 degrees. Plus, my garage is also a gym where my husband trains clients and works out himself pretty much every day of the week.
I don't know when I'll have time to paint a second coat on that table, much less paint the other tables! Patience...
In the meantime, I am still organizing. Here's Noah helping me:
He's carrying the attachment to my dustbuster. Here's my closet before I got at it (it's totally embarassing, I can't believe I've posting this):
Here's my closet after:
Here's Justin's closet before:
Here's Justin's closet after I removed the strange objects piled underneath all that clothing, threw things out, and built him a "shelving unit" (I use that term loosely):
The wire shelving unit in there was something I've had since high school. I used it in university, but for the past 4+ years have had no idea where it was. When I was cleaning out Justin's closet I kept thinking of how perfect it would be for him in there. I really didn't know where it was, though. Then we were cleaning out our crawl space (a whole other story), and in one of the boxes I found it! I was thrilled. It also reinforced why I have such a hard time getting rid of things... I always find I really need them later on!
And while I'm at it, I'll show you my new arrangement under the kitchen sink. Unfortunately, I didn't take any before pictures. If I had, you might realize just why I keep opening up my cupboards to look inside.
The bins stacked on the left are containing all of our plastic shopping bags that we reuse as garbage bags. Before I reorganized, they were just strewn all over in there. Just a messy mountain of tied up plastic bags.
And here is with the garbage can in:
Sigh. I love organizing.
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