I brought the camera with me today to do the classic "first day of school" photo shoot. No pictures were taken. Oh well. Zach started pre-school today. He loves it. I love it. Ryan loves it. The only person who is maybe a little bummed would be Becky. She wanted to know where her cubby was. But alas, he had to come home and take a nap instead. I worked...with NO interruptions. I think this is the start of a beautiful time in my life.
I found out that we have way too much junk. Way too much. I have NO idea how we squeezed all that junk into a two bedroom apartment. It's ridiculous. I'm a little disgusted. We haven't been able to park out car in the garage for 2 months. (It was the 21 boxes of kitchen cabinets that kept us from pulling in, but still.) So that's where I started today. If you are a mom: you'd be surprised how much you can get done in 1
uninterrupted hour. Amazing I tell you. My legs really hurt though.
This evening I had to get out the
Narnia books. Zach and Ryan have finished "The Magician's Elephant" and have decided to read
The Chronicals. I'm excited. I listened too. But here is the problem. We Have Way Too Much Junk. It took too long to find the books. They were in the very last book box. (I think I opened 7 at least.) It wouldn't be so difficult if we didn't have boxes stacked half way to the ceiling in the basement, 5 layers deep. Let's clarify, the box I eventually needed was in the final layer, at the bottom. Now my semi-tidy basement with 5 layers of boxes lining one wall is a DISASTER. But there's always tomorrow.
You'd be suprised how much you can get done in 1 uninterrupted hour. Have I mentioned the uninturrupted time I get every day? UNINTERRUPTED! (4 days a week, for 2.5 hours each day counts as every day in my book.) It's beautiful. Now, just so you don't think
anyone's life is this perfect (mine included, I'm just still in that honeymoon stage) read
this. The part about Facebook and Blogs is what I'm refering to.
Always makes me feel better. It's a good read. Don't miss it!
How do you feel about your junk? Talk amongst yourselves.