You all seem amazed at my closet organizing skills, so I'll let you in on my little secrets to organization:
1. I'm slightly obsessive compulsive. Ya think?
2. CHILD PROOF DOOR KNOB LOCKS on every closet door.
3. Nothing, and I mean NOTHING, delights me like organizational materials...tubs, boxes, crates, lidded containers, dividers...gah, it excites me just thinking about it. I even have my Christmas stuff in red tubs with green lids (ah, Target, how I love thee). With all the money I have spent in the "Storage" aisles of Walmart and Target, I probably could have purchased new flooring for my kitchen, new carpet for the living room, and a new couch and loveseat. But I don't really like to think about that.
4. The rest of my house looks like crap. I need to dust, the kitchen floor is sticky, I nearly break a leg every time I try to navigate the toy covered floor, and I have four piles of laundry lying in wait. But by God, the cans of soup in my pantry are divided by flavor, with the labels facing out.
So now you know. I am not Superwoman, I'm just insane.
Also, in other matters...
The matter of my former high school teacher who used a swear word while disciplining students is still up in the air. The school board meeting was last week, and hundreds of people showed up to show support for Mr. C, and over 1500 have signed the petition to reinstate him. The public hearing should be scheduled for sometime in March, and I plan on attending. I'll definitely keep you posted when I know more. But I must say this:
I read last week that two teachers in New York were fired for having drugs at school, one of whom was SNORTING COCAINE WHILE HER FOURTH GRADERS WERE IN THE ROOM. Uh, that kind of makes saying 'fuck' to two eighteen year old delinquents look like a pretty small matter, don't you think?
I guess that's what happens when you live in the midwest. People give their children hunting rifles when they turn ten, but then freak out when a teacher makes ONE slip up and says a bad word.
There's just nothing like living in the Bible Belt, man.
1. I'm slightly obsessive compulsive. Ya think?
2. CHILD PROOF DOOR KNOB LOCKS on every closet door.
3. Nothing, and I mean NOTHING, delights me like organizational materials...tubs, boxes, crates, lidded containers, dividers...gah, it excites me just thinking about it. I even have my Christmas stuff in red tubs with green lids (ah, Target, how I love thee). With all the money I have spent in the "Storage" aisles of Walmart and Target, I probably could have purchased new flooring for my kitchen, new carpet for the living room, and a new couch and loveseat. But I don't really like to think about that.
4. The rest of my house looks like crap. I need to dust, the kitchen floor is sticky, I nearly break a leg every time I try to navigate the toy covered floor, and I have four piles of laundry lying in wait. But by God, the cans of soup in my pantry are divided by flavor, with the labels facing out.
So now you know. I am not Superwoman, I'm just insane.
Also, in other matters...
The matter of my former high school teacher who used a swear word while disciplining students is still up in the air. The school board meeting was last week, and hundreds of people showed up to show support for Mr. C, and over 1500 have signed the petition to reinstate him. The public hearing should be scheduled for sometime in March, and I plan on attending. I'll definitely keep you posted when I know more. But I must say this:
I read last week that two teachers in New York were fired for having drugs at school, one of whom was SNORTING COCAINE WHILE HER FOURTH GRADERS WERE IN THE ROOM. Uh, that kind of makes saying 'fuck' to two eighteen year old delinquents look like a pretty small matter, don't you think?
I guess that's what happens when you live in the midwest. People give their children hunting rifles when they turn ten, but then freak out when a teacher makes ONE slip up and says a bad word.
There's just nothing like living in the Bible Belt, man.
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I read about the NY teachers and was beyond angry with that. I thought of the teacher you told us about and was all "Yeah, I'd rather have him drop the "F" bomb in front of my 18 year old than have my kid's 4th grade teacher snortin' nose candy!!".
I, too, love anything that will make closets/drawers organized and pretty looking. It's insane, really.
Go get 'em, Stacey. That man deserves to have his job back!
Also, my soup cans must also be label out, as well as any decorative glassware. When Luke puts away the dishes, I have to go back and make sure all my Saint Joe pint glasses are positioned correctly. Why does he think that's weird? I done TOLD him how it has to be!
I like things to organize with too. I just rarely have the time to do it. Although, I have a lot of containers. :)
Um, yeah, I think I'd rather have a teacher say "fuck" than snort cocaine in front of my very impressionable young child!!!!
Also, did you hear about the principal in Michigan (I think) that was selling meth? WTF? Thank God he wasn't selling it to the students at the school, but still.
And, you are Superwoman!
fuckin' coke, man. whoops!
your organizational skills give me something to aspire to.
i haven't gone as far to childproof the doorknobs of the closet, but there are paper signs taped to the closet doors that say "DO NOT OPEN" and "NO." you would be surprised at how well they obey those signs.
"But by God, the cans of soup in my pantry are divided by flavor, with the labels facing out." I swear girl, you crack me up.
Please keep us posted on Mr. C. Yes, the Bible Belt is fabulous, no? Again, "fuck"....it's JUST a word. And I'm going to stop there from going off on my soap box again.
So, how are you feeling? You are already 4 months? You are finding out what this one is aren't you? When does that happen?
I too share in your obsession with organization. I have my bathroom closet separated into little baskets, my pantry separated by cans, bottles, boxes, etc. At least we're not alone. :)
I had to have the pink tubs to put all of Jenna's out grown clothes in because they were girl clothes.
AND-I am married to the male form of you...can you say OCD????
Thanks for the update on Mr C now I won't have to bug you at school.
I wish you would bring your obsession to my house. You would be appalled at my closests! But I am relieved to year you are just insane! : )
Nobody just drops the F bomb on someone without being provoked. Do we know what the little angels said to this veteran teacher? Mr.Coach learned ALL of his cuss words from the delightful children he baby-sits, I mean educates daily. If you are 18 and haven't learned the F word by now, consider it a life lesson and move on......
Hmmm, were you at my house recently organizing my pantry because I could have sworn that my soup is set up jut like you described it.
Yup, I'm just like you!
Everything is organzied but the rest of the house has gone to pot. Fuck.
The Container Store is pure heaven to you then, no? Rubbermaids are, in the words of my four year old, da bomb diggity. I've been buying them like mad since this cleaning/painting/moving mission began.
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