We got a lot accomplished this weekend. P.J. might add that a couple of those items are things like “pull every muscle in one’s husband’s body” and “scrub things you’d forgotten existed in the house.” On Friday night, I woke up around 1:30am in a bit of a panic. (Well, we woke when Zu started calling out for us- a weeklong new fad wherein she spikes a temp and babbles incoherently at us for the better part of an hour. {Read More}
Organizing My Kids’ Closet Out Of Necessity (And Not OCD).
September 18, 2013 By Leave a Comment
As many of you know, I am currently 82 months pregnant with my third child. Thusly, the Big Girls (as they are suddenly/weirdly being referred to) are going to share a room. This means they need to share a closet. And being as this is still the fixer-uppiest home on the northwest side of Chicago, I have yet to fix up Nora’s closet. We’ve been way too busy with things like exploding sewers and rats in the kitchen. (Come visit!) {Read More}
Christmas Makes Us Crazy, Part 29.
January 10, 2013 By 4 Comments
Helping! So here’s a thing. Over this past weekend (when not putting out the blazing fire that was my toddler’s 104 degree forehead), I had a realization: People cannot wait to de-Christmas. Keeping in mind that the merchandising of the season starts roughly on September 1st…the actually acceptable Christmas Celebratory Decorative Period starts the day after Thanksgiving. That’s when it’s
What A Charming Little Hoarder.
September 19, 2012 By 4 Comments
And now, a smattering of the kitchen cabinets that are abysmally disorganized and full of weird junk. (Don’t worry, I’m purging the oddities as I go. I’m not just, like, hoarding and cataloging. Much.) Here’s first of three cabinets which house our seltzer. THREE. Ain’t no one needs that much seltzer. And there are so many random boxes of stuff all shoved in here- this, our narrowest cabinet- that the box of stretch fruit got compromised. Poor stretch fruit. And ah yes, {Read More}
The Mug Of Your Dreams And/Or Nightmares.
September 17, 2012 By 11 Comments
The year is 1999. My sister Chelly is 12 years old. (I am…roughly six and a half years older. Still am.) Her assignment in middle school ceramics class? Make a mug. But give it a face. Some personality. Maybe a tetch of creepiness? And oh, how she delivered. The mustache, the eyeballs, the world weary sentiment that reads: Just One Of Those Days. (Which is hilarious on many levels, but especially when you think about how it came from the {Read More}
Weekends Aren’t For The Weak.
March 12, 2012 By Leave a Comment
Close-up of ugly door.Close-up of blogger’s old promo pic. P.J. loves it when I start a new weekend project. No really, he just adores it. What’s not to love? Go on, honey (he says), why on earth would I prefer to sit here and pound through episodes of Firefly? It would be much nicer (he agrees) to help you prep, clean, facilitate, and be the sounding board for all of your ideas and/or misplaced anger. And even though my preferred color {Read More}
Non-Squalor Home: Check.
March 5, 2012 By 3 Comments
About a month ago, we had contractors come and quote us for a couple of projects around the house. Among them was an estimate to finish the downstairs room- what was once a second kitchen, and was now a very real eyesore/storage unit amalgamation of awesome. They asked us what we wanted to do. We answered with the usual; new shelving, finished walls, maybe a new countertop, definitely a wet bar, perhaps a gas fireplace, a pool table, a craft {Read More}
No Room For R. Kelly In THESE Closets.
February 6, 2012 By 2 Comments
You’ll put this away over my dead, fiberglassed body. For all that I whine about my home, the place has a ridiculous amount of storage, closets, and crawlspaces. Ceiling fans that wouldn’t decapitate someone six feet tall or over- no. Rooms with miniature doors- yes. But every now and again, those spaces become crazypants crammed. So yesterday’s Big Dig was tackling Susannah’s closet, Nora’s closet, and the gigantic crawlspace off of Nora’s room. I hear that some other tackling went {Read More}
