|This is the AFTER picture:|
a place for shoes (green cubby) & just a few less boxes
|hey! we can actually close the doors!|
While this "organized" closet picture may cause even the most Martha Stewart like person to cringe, for me, it's definitely an upgrade. I've always been a "messy clean," sort of person. I think it's partially having a spaghetti noodle for a brain (everything's related), and I think it's just part of my personality. I married the opposite of a hoarder, a "tosser?", so I guess we even out. And occasionally lovingly drive each other nuts. All in good fun.
While I was being all organizational, Mia was out on our patio when I heard her screaming. It sounded like horrific pain and I was seriously fearful she was being attacked by some animal or insect. My mommy instinct had me running out the door to find her hand was caught in the hinge of the screen door. Ouch!! It looked so painful and had grooves from being stuck.
|Icing the hand, listening to Elmo. |
The Sesame Street pictures have got to stop.