I'm here... I just haven't written in a few days because I am EXHAUSTED. With houseguests, a sick husband, and being in my 8th month of pregnancy, I'm about as pooped as a person can get. Our guests finally left yesterday, and Forrest started feeling better. I on the otherhand, crazy person that I am, decided to channel some of my frustrations through cleaning the baby's room closet. For those of you who don't know, we recently relocated to Northern VA from North Carolina. We went from a 1200 sq/ft townhouse complete with attic and lots of closets, to a 900 sq/ft apartment with no attic, no storage, and only two closets (one in each room). So, the walk-in-closet in the guest room/babies room became our attic. Holding all of the junk that once was nicely hidden out of site. Christmas boxes? closet! Fancy China? closet! Rock Climbing Gear? closet! Tools? closet! (you get the idea). Thing is, everytime I opened the door, I almost had a panic attack. Maybe from being so overwhelmed with the amount of stuff in our closet, or maybe from the realization that I'll need to put baby stuff in this closet too!!! Behold!!! Our Crap!
So, genius that I am, I came up with a solution. I had two HUGE panel curtains from our last house that we can't use here. We also had 2 shower curtain rods that we brought, but didn't need. I effectively hid all of our crap!!! Ta Da!!!!
Pretty good if I say so myself. Now, whenever I open the door, no panic attack!! :) Just happiness that our crap is effectively hidden.
In other news, I'm sure you all are wondering how our whirlwind trip around North Carolina went... I'm working on a post complete with pictures and stories, it's just taking me a while. So... y'all go enjoy the many football games on today! And I'll try to post our Christmas stories later on this afternoon....
5 comments:
"as pooped as a person can get". very funny. wait until baby is living life on the outside. if you were in a parallel universe and your current self were to run into your one-month-post-partum self, your post partum self would whoop your current self for her smugness.
i promise you will find that funny someday.
when i was pregnant, my mom and i were travelling together and our connecting flight was delayed for over 12 hours. they kept loading us onto the plane, then closing the runways and unloading us. and all my mom kept saying was "just be thankful the baby is on the inside." i had no idea how right she was until after the kiddo was born!
hope everyone is on the mend and you'e feeling better soon!
I hear ya on the panic attack when looking at boxes. So far it's the worst symptom of pregnancy for me...
It looks FANTASTIC!!! GREAT IDEA!!
Looks great. I am so impressed.
Now go and take a nap!
You had to hide the stuff that was ALREADY IN THE CLOSET from yourself. That's hysterical. Apparently I am not the only one who does things like obsess about stuff that you can't see. Currently my sock drawer is driving me crazy. It's just so... socky.
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