THE CROWDED BED

You know you have a problem when you get a laundry basket full of things out of a bed that has been cleared out 3 days earlier. So the truck does take up a lot of space, but still! How can you sleep in a bed that is full of books and toys? And dirty laundry just to name a third category? I guess it works out okay when you are short enough, but I think he simply doesn't care. My goal for the summer is to get rid of everything he doesn't use, and provide a home for everything else. 

ALEX

Remember my friend Alex? The one with the exotic dish? Well guess what. She let it go. And with it went 7 big black trash bags full of other stuff to be donated, sold or simply thrown out. She was able to let it go for a garage sale as she felt somebody would buy it. I am sure it was hard. But she didn't share how hard it was to let it go. She shared how good she felt AFTER she had let go of all those things. She said:"I'm on fire. I can't wait to get rid of more."

See.. We can do it!



surface of the day:Surface? What surface? Oh. That surface. Well. Uhm. None.

7 a day: handle bar to a stroller long gone, swiffer handle extention (swiffer long gone), multiple pieces of paper, a piece of wood, torn zip loc bag

THE ATTIC CHALLENGE

The attic is so challenging that I don't even dare have a challenge that calls for its complete make over. Instead I am challenging myself to do a little bit up there for 4 weeks and to see just how far I get. Things up there are a totally different story than things down in the house. 

Everything that went up there I either owned all my life, am keeping for the moment I need it, or am keeping because it is still useful and I want to pass it on. Parting with Ms Sweetypie gave me the courage to even consider that project. 

It is down right stupid to do this in the middle of the summer, as you could basically bake a cake up there, that's how hot it gets, but I have learned from experience, that once you feel ready to go through a certain pile of things you better do it, because if you don't, by the time circumstance feel right, you might have lost your courage.

The attic fairies are on my side, the weather is grey and rainy, so it is cooler. I WILL DO IT! NOW!

surface of the day: 1 box from the attic (I only cheated a tiny bit)

7 a day: infant toy bar, half a picture frame, elastic band, torn trash bag, box of stationary, time table, a 12 year old road map

WHERE IS THE WITTY HEADLINE?

I am too tired to even come up with a witty headline. I am not tired. I am TIRED! I got a doctor's appointment, a cake, a kid's play (Alex participated and the whole affair took 4,5 hours out of my day) and 5 loads of laundry out of the way. I kicked into superhero mode at 10 pm and cleaned up the kitchen. My 10 magic minutes saved the day. Again.  

I might not have decluttered actively but while I was waiting in the dentist' chair, I mentally went through a box of old school books. I envisioned myself keeping one or 2, and recycling the rest. Maybe I will just take a picture of them. That would be even smarter, and easier to file. 

I will now put my tired head on my soft pillow and refuse to dream about decluttering.  

SNAIL'S PACE

Have you ever watched a snail cross a street? It takes forever. It take so long that you forget about the snail and get distracted by all kinds of other things. Birds, flowers, puddles, you name it. Then you look again, and all of  a sudden the snail is gone. Unless a bird picked it off a street, it actually made it. 

I feel like I am going at a snail's pace at the moment. But guess what. I am going. It doesn't matter how long I take to cross the street, as long as I do. 

YES, I CAN WORK LIKE THIS

Well yes, I can work like this. I don't consider it ideal but I make do with what I have. Other people would have probably just cleared the counter, but that is boring. I am not sure if I learned to work this way because I am a hoarder, and my surfaces tend to be cluttered. Maybe I am just to lazy to clear it? Or maybe I am to focused on what I want to do now, to bother with trivial things like clearing off the counter. That day it wouldn't even have been that much work. But it would have interrupted the flow of things, so I just turned the pan over and used it as a surface. 

Oh and if you want to know what I was making. It is so simple, so delicious. Take a baking pan, cut, cauliflower, slice it, about half an inch thick, put some butter on top put in the oven for 20 min. In the mean time slice tomatoes and Greek cheese. Take cauliflower out and stack the tomatoes, cheese and cauliflower horizontally. Season to taste with salt, pepper, garlic, basil and bake for another 20 min. If you want to go all out, you mix the seasoning with butter and breadcrumbs and crumble it on top. YUM. Now you know why I didn't bother the clear the counter. I WAS HUNGRY!

surface of the day: one bag of clothes from the attic

7 a day: several pieces of clothing from said bag (~20 in case you wanted to know), 5 books

LIQUID DETERGENT

Have you ever spilled liquid laundry detergent? If you did you must know how it feels to clean a whole shelf covered in it. When I reorganized things back in April, I must have punctured a container as back then things definitely where in order. And for a few days I had the barbecue fork on the same shelf. Not very smart obviously. I am just glad I found out. I got some powdered detergent out as my dark stuff seems to always be smelly when I wash it with the liquid stuff. I pulled a new box off the shelf and eeeewwwwwwww! Everything was slimy. Pink and slimy. It was one of those moments when I was glad that I didn't take my trash right out. Mind you, it was just an empty bottle of liquid detergent in a clean waste paper basket, so nothing gross. I got most of the detergent into the empty bottle and as the punctured bottle had the hole on the bottom, I put it in the waste paper basket, upside down so it wouldn't leak and I would be able to use the rest over the next few days or weeks. When I told James about it, he gave me a surprised look and asked:"You threw the rest away?" That made me laugh out loud. "Of course not, I am a hoarder," I said. Well. at least I am a hoarder conscious of her actions!

And just in case you ever try to wash liquid detergent of your hands. Don't use soap. It's kind of redundant and won't work. Best way is water and a little patience.


surface of the day: nothing to report in the ssall print section I am afraid

7 a day: same here

BYE BYE SWEETIEPIE

Today I said good bye to this little one that I've had every since I can remember. She spent the last 20 years of her life in this box. When I took the picture the word "coffin" popped up in my head. It's hard to tell with the small picture, but the filling is coming out in many spots, she is filthy and torn. I literally loved her to pieces and it's time to let her go. 

It wasn't even all that hard. I admit that it was hard enough to not even go back up into the attic to find more things to part with, but I wasn't sad, I wasn't feeling wasteful. Maybe I was a little sad for myself. Because I had kept her so long, turning her into a burden. Every time I came across her, I thought:"I really need to throw her away." Then the little voice in m head would whisper:"You could fix her!" So I kept her. 

I've had her all my life, and she doesn't even have a name. 

BYE BYE SWEETIEPIE

surface of the day: started on the dresser in the hall, never finished it

7 a day: Sweetiepie and lots of kid's art

TOO BAD!

Too bad I decided not to whine about Taxi Tuesday any more, or I could have told you that, forgetting about a piano trial lesson for 2 kids, and a canceled ballet ride due to sickness could make for a very hectic 60 min. Add to it your usual rides AND a trip to the store and you end up going back and forth on a 5 mile stretch for a total of 4 hours. 

But as I am not whining about Taxi Tuesday anymore I can't tell you all of this. I got new sheets for the kids' beds. It was about time, the old ones are starting to unravel. The big thing now is to let the old ones go. I am seriously considering dumping the Lightning McQueen ones on my Mom for quilting. I know. It's not fair, but it is VERY tempting.

Weather is hot and humid, just the thought of moving has me break into a sweat. I did get rid of the wrapping material form the new sheets right away and also filled the recycle bin all the way to the top. 

Surface of the day: I am afraid I skipped that, oh wait, lets count going through all 3 drawers of my night stand

7 a day: 4 plastic guys from a game I thing was tossed a while ago, 3 batteries that looked old recycled properly, 1 book out of the nightstand that I will probably never read

I LIKE MONDAYS

I can't believe I am saying this. But today walking home from the preschool pickup I really felt that way. I like Mondays. I thought about it some more to find out what I like about Mondays that are often hated by many. (I was no exception.)

• I like Mondays because they allow you to make a fresh start.
• I like Mondays because they bring with them loads of laundry.
• I like Mondays because I don't have to take kids anywhere.
• I like Mondays because a new beginning always brings new hope. 

Mondays and I are friends now!

Surface of the day: a bag from the attic

7 a day: a sweater, a single slipper, an unfinished craft from 3rd grade, a bag full of candle stumps, 5 books

NOTHING LIKE A GOOD CRY

The perfectionist in my wants things, well, perfect. That adds quite a bit of stress to my life, especially because I want other people to be perfect, too. And when they are not it is hard for me to restrain myself and let them be. I guess I have to learn to be patient with them, but it would be so much more efficient if they just learned to get things right. Don't you think?

There is a lady in my social circle that I have know for years, but not very well. From the moment I met Tracy I was drawn to her, but unfortunately our paths haven't crossed often. She oozes serenity and her sheer presence has a calming effect on me. Lately we see more of each other and on one occasion she said she is good at simply watching. Today I asked her if she had any insights for me on how to learn to just sit and watch. By the time she told me that she thought it was a personality trait, I was bawling.

Tracy simply put an arm around me and let me cry. She made a few gentle inquiries to find out what bothered me so much. When I told her, she said she thought it was okay to improve things. That it was okay to be frustrated, but that I should make sure I don't get angry. Good point. I'll take her advice. Not getting angry is harder than it sounds, but being angry is such an aggressive, negative energy.

So I cried a little more, she said that was okay, too. I cried even more some time later on when I told James about our conversation.

Mental note to self: You don't need to be perfect.

COMPETING AGAINST MYSELF

I read over old posts today. Correcting a spelling mistake here, changing the font to bold, little things like that. And of course reading over things makes me see how far I got in the last 10 months. I cam across this post:


BE NICE
Especially to yourself. I don't know about you, but I am my harshest critic. It is hard to be a better person if, no matter what you do, it's never enough. Calling yourself to stupid/lazy/unorganized to EVER get a grip on life will not help. And even though I know that, I do it again and again. Especially when I am not feeling good about myself and what I achieved. On days like this, it does help me to at the end of the day list my accomplishments And I will list everything. EVERYTHING. And then I remind myself I can do even better tomorrow!

Let's face it. By telling myself  I can do even better tomorrow, I somehow imply that all the achievements of the day weren't enough. Because if they had been enough, there would be no need to improve the next day. Competing against others all the time is hard enough. But competing against yourself is even worse. If you can't beat yourself, you obviously didn't work hard  enough, and when you do beat yourself you could have obviously done better last time. 

Goal for the next 3 months. Enjoy a day as is and celebrate the days achievements without looking back!

MY ALOE VERA

I love my Aloe Vera. It has cured more than one nasty burn and I have applied it on a few sunburns that I manged to get despite sun screen. Because I love my Aloe and the Aloe is a dessert plant, I let it sit basking in the sun on my patio. When fall came I kept telling myself that I needed to bring it back in. I told myself on a daily basis that it was really time to get it in today. As it was a horrendous task that would have taken at least 30 seconds I never got around to it. The first frost hit and it took me another 3 days to bring it in. One night colder than the next. By the time I had my Aloe in 80 % of it

were frozen solid. And I was royally annoyed. I kept it in the hall and refused to throw it away. Partly to punish myself with the simple sight of it and partly hoping that it would survive. With each piece that fell out of the middle my hope sank. Until one day those cute little green tips started showing. They are big and strong by now. One more time when holding on to something that looked like it should have been tossed, paid off. I just have to learn that it doesn't always work that way. That some things really need to go. But not my ALOE VERA! 

surface of the day: started the upstairs landing but got sidetracked

7 a day: lets not go there, shall we?

BABY BLANKETS

Dear Nicole, 

even though you might not remember making this, I am absolutely positive you made this. I am as positive as I am that I already posted about this blanket. (Not that I have found this post.) But I didn't have the picture back then. Now I have it. Here you go. The blanket left. Off to a better home, with a single mom and her darling little daughter. She was excited, I was relieved. WIN-WIN.

What do I throw out next?


Surface of the day: family bulletin board

7 a day:paper, paper and more paper, fast food toy, a rock

MAKE LIFE BEAUTIFUL

I am not sure if I have made the "I can't resist office supplies" - confession yet, but here we go. I love paper, folders, pens and pencils and I make sure I stay out of office supply stores. But  every now and then the stuff crosses my path. And then it is very hard to resist. Almost impossible. Today all I can say in my defense is that I only took one each of the 3 most pretty designs out of 8 or so to chose from.

When I saw them, I knew I needed to have them. I walked away and came back. Picked one, put it in my cart, walked away, came back picked more, put them back, decided I didn't need any and settled for 3. I was trying to came up with things I could use them for. I decided that the "Roses" could be used for my pictures, that the "Kiwi" could be for my recipes and that I really needed to come up with a use for "Tomato and Mozzarella".I was chewing myself out for buying them the whole way home. I reminded myself of the ones I have in the basement. And I did point out to myself, that I was down to 3 and that getting new ones was probably a good idea. I still felt bad at night.Around 9 pm I realized the only way I could feel better about this was to put them to use. I sat down with my pictures, and sorted them. Got my recipes folder. Came up with the grand plan of putting desserts with kiwi, and savory with t&m. 

The old recipe folder felt kind of sticky and gritty, and I did get rid of about 20 recipes I have had for years but never used. There was a critical moment when I wondered how to put the folder to use from now on. But guess what: That folder might look okay from the outside, but the inside is filthy, and the outside feels filthy. So I grabbed it and stuffed it in the trash. Are you proud of me? And you know what. The shelf with my new recipe folders looks so much better! Beautiful makes me happy.

I DESERVE BEAUTIFUL!

surface of the day:

7 a day: recipes

I WILL NOT WHINE

You my dear reader will probably hate Taxi Tuesday more than I do myself by now. I have made a resolution. I will not whine about Taxi Tuesday for the next 4 weeks. Or probably never again, but lets start with 4 weeks.

I am a little bit under the weather today, but I am happy to report that the house is cleaner than it was in the morning and that I was brave enough to go into the attic and not worry about how far I would get, but to simply spend 10-20 min up there, which I did. I found a few things that actually have a home that I put away and threw out a few more and am happy that I was able to cope with the feeling of overwhelm and anxiety and simply go to work. 

So far it doesn't feel like the most efficient way to tackle the attic but NOT going there at all will definitely get even less done up there. Best part of going up there? Finding a recipe book that belongs to my sister that we have been looking for for years, that they don't sell anymore that we figured was lost for good! 

7 a day: random pieces from the attic, old toys, paper and 2 items of clothing, 5 books

surface of the day: I really need to get back to that, I did start clearing some clutter of a side board but never finished it.

FREE KNICK-KNACKS

I know, this is exactly the kind of little gadget that should tempt a mother of little children to buy this product over that, but guess what. I didn't buy it. Grandma did. When we were at her house my sister wanted to throw it out. Hoarder me decided that it was still wrapped in plastic, therefor unthrowable and I pocketed it, when she wasn't watching. Sure enough, when I unwrapped it at home, not only did I realize it wasn't an eraser as I thought, but a pen, but I also realized it wasn't working. I was annoyed. And TOSSED IT! So please. If you want to coax me into buying your stuff by adding free knick-knacks, make sure they work!

surface of the day:night stand

7 a day: broken knick-knack, fast food toy, broken decorative banner from kid's room, random pieces of lists and diagrams the boys come up with non-stop and are of utmost importance for 24-48 hours

MY NEW WASHER

If you wonder how I survived a whole week without a washer, let me assure you, things went just fine. I must admit though, that when the new one arrived at my house yesterday in the late afternoon, I did hug and kiss it, even before it was unpacked. 

I ran the cleaning cycle, but as we were all over the place again yesterday and barely home, I only got one load done last night. With one child puking all over her bed in the middle of the night, it will definitely be running again today, even though it is Sunday, my day of true rest from anything household related.

Now here is the bad part. The old washer is still here. Mostly because we thought that it might be fixable. And things have been pushed back and forth to make room for the new one. My perfect laundry room is starting to look hoarded again. I think besides doing laundry nonstop for the next 3, days I will also work on getting that room back into good shape!

THE SHINEY POT

A while back I got a new kitchen. With an induction stove top. Except for one all of my pots and pans had to go. I was rather excited about it, as it meant a well organized and clean start. Being the hoarder I am I found one more pot in the basement months later. I remembered that it was one with a fancy lid (that I had broken) and was in the process of discarding of it when I saw a little stamp on the bottom that labeled it fit for induction. It is a tiny pot and comes in handy to warm up vegetables. Well. if you want to WARM UP vegetables, you better not hit the "power" button and leave the room. Otherwise you  might end up with a quarter inch layer of coal topped off with some very dead peas. I tried to clean the pot. Soaked it, scrubbed it, soaked it some more. See for yourself. 

I decided it was time to let it go. Well. It sat on my counter for quite a few days. My friend Nicole came to visit. She is very understanding and supportive about my hoarding. I told her I needed to toss the pot. I was glad she was there, as I knew, under her watchful eye I would be able to let go. She said:"Do you have a magic eraser? I'll take care of it." I told her it was a waste of time but she would have none of it. 10 min later my pot looked like new. How on earth will I ever stop hoarding seeing things like this? 

surface of the day: random shelf in living room

7 a day: various pieces of kid's art, pair of shoes, broken toy car, plastic toy,

THE COOKIE SHEET

When I moved in after marrying James, he was the proud owner of one tin cookie sheet. I was sufficient for our needs. ITS' major problem was that the ends tended to bend up if the stuff put on it was too heavy and every know and then, they bent up so far that it wouldn't be able to hold itself up on d the oven rack and it would crash down and take everything with it that was on it. Of course that makes quite the mess and it is no fun to clean out a burning hot oven.

Over time I got additional cookie sheets. 2 years ago I had so many that I could have easily retired the tin cookie sheet. Did I? Okay. That was a rhetorical question. OF course I did not, I came up with every lame excuse available why it would make sense to keep it. I used it as a cooling rack, as a dripping pan, I even used it the intended way every know and then to be able to keep it.

So celebrate with me, this moment when I finally decided I could let it go. I had to be fast about it to not change my mind and to really make sure it would leave the house I did this:

surface of the day: bed room

7 a day: cookie sheet, 8 glas jars

DEAR BATHROBE,

I have a confession to make. I never liked you in the first place. I love your dark blue color, but to be quite frank, I could do very well with out the red trim. You are warm I must admit, especially if you've been draped over the heater before a long, hot bath. But you are heavy! SO HEAVY! Your weight drags down my shoulders. Your thick material might soak up a lot of moisture, but it also adds at least 50 lbs to my already too big physique. When I put you on I feel fat, blown up and exhausted. Worst is catching a glimpse of me, wearing you, in the mirror.

Why did I get you? Trust me. I didn't seek you. You were given to me by my bank. That's right. I do hope their financial decisions are better than their style choices. You are the first bathrobe I ever owned and after our time together, you might very well also be my last. 

Why did I keep you for so many years? Beats me. I am not even sure how long we've been together. Too long if you ask me. My only excuse for imprisoning you here is that I am a hoarder, who has a hard time letting go of useful things. Despite of all my negative feelings for you, I did see you as a useful item. But it is time to set you free. You will get a fresh start. Hopefully with someone who not only sees you as useful, but will also grow to love you!

I sure hope there will be no hard feelings.

Best wishes for your future,

Katja

PS:If it makes you feel any better, you weren't the only one who had to go. I sent a whole bag of other "useful" pieces of clothing along with you. Hope you all enjoy your trip and arrive at your new homes safely!

SO LONG DEAR WASHER

I had to officially declare my washer dead this morning, although I am afraid it already went quietly last night. The laundry was wetter than usual, but it was way late and I didn't even make the connection. I know, the washer couldn't have timed it better. To kick the bucket on a Monday, which is the official day for things like that to happen, but to not let me find out until TAXI TUESDAY.

Ah well. The upside with being a hoarder is that my whole family can easily make it through a week without my washing a single item AND last nights load, the washer's last one, had me all caught up with the laundry. 

How did TAXI TUESDAY go? Do you really want to know? Well besides an additional run and squeezing some shopping in, I forgot that we are attending a BBQ tomorrow and are to bring our own meat. So 2 hours after my shopping trip James had to go again. To make TT perfect, it rained and I got wet a few times. 

surface of the day: 2 drawers in the kitchen, silverware and plates decluttered and cleaned

5 a day: 1 plate, a sippy cup lid, at least 20 random thins up in the attic, it might be time to bump up to 7 a day again,

11 MAGIC MINUTES

I did it. I bumped up daily working time to 2 hours and 12 min. It being Monday, the extra time was definitely needed. I simply added 1 min to every 10 min block. I figured this way I won't even notice. I really didn't. It's not much but if I do it on all 6 days it will get me 1 hour and 12 min more every week. If that doesn't do it I will either have to add another block (of 11 min) or bump it up to 12. Or go all out and do 15 blocks of 10 min each. Woah! That sounds horrible!
 Although on the other hand. Today I got 16 11 min blocks taken care of, so I guess I can handle it. As I did so well today I figured with it being Taxi Tuesday again tomorrow (no morning appointment can you believe it?) I might want to get some work out of the way. 

James has been at the office a lot lately . They are finishing up a project, and the deadline is looming over them. Actually, the deadline is past but now they have a little more time to fix things. It's getting kind of old that he is gone 12 hours or more a day. 

I think I need to get back to the surface of the day project. And really make it a SURFACE, not count random rooms I cleaned up. I will go clear the dresser top in the living room. That will also help with getting the living room off the left over room list at last!

surface of the day: fridge

5 a day: various forms of expired medication

I LOVE DESSERT

I love dessert and quite contrary to James I am fond of puddings and all kinds of creamy desserts. I assume this is why I thought these "bowls" were a must have when we got married. We put 8 of them (2 packages of 4) on our wedding list and got them. A decade later, after using 4 of them once (very inconvenient for ice cream) I got fed up with re stacking them in the basement for later use and posted them on my FB wall for free. Within minutes they found a new home! A home they deserve, where they can sparkle and bring joy to the people eating out of them. No more hiding in the dusty basement! What do they say?

If you love it, set it free!

HAPPILY WASTING AWAY

I will save the world another day. Today is about saving myself. Yes, I still try hard and recycle but I just refused to re-home or make use of a roughly 10 piece stack of post its that I found lying on the floor. The bottom one was gritty and the adhesive part full of sand and non-sticking by now. I know the rest were just fine, but I CAN NOT KEEP IT ALL! I have more post its that I will be able to use in this life's time, especially if I keep going at the current rate of 3-4/year. The only way to part with this hoard is to let go of things that seem useful to me and to refuse to be responsible for re-homing them.

surface of the day: kitchen counter

5 a day: 10 pack of greeting cards, tupper ware containers, photo album, can opener (all off to homes where they will be loved an cherished)

HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!

I am not quite sure what was wrong this week. One day I was down and crying, the next one I was happier than in a long time. I had a few moments that let me see the light. Some I have shared, some still await being told. Today was hard. Very hard. I felt unheard and unseen. Part was due to kids being kids, part was due to a simple misunderstanding because I misread an email. What do I have to show at the end of the day? 2 major breakdowns and my first ever flag cake. On day, I will celebrate my very personal independence day. When hoarder-me will be able to be happy and independent of all the clutter!

Thank you Nicole, for teaching me your cake tricks!

THE TOWERS OF DOOM

Oh my. What did I get myself into? It stall started with a call from my sister. She was worried about my Grandmothers furniture. Mind you, my Grandmother has passed a way a few years ago. She lived in a really small apartment and there was no room for her furniture. She was always very proud of them and and took good care of them for decades.Coming from a family of people who keep just about anything it was hard to believe that my Dad was willing to just give them up. Especially as he had kept all her other furniture. Well. Guess what. My Dad preferred to throw out his Mom's sturdy wardrobes because he wanted to keep 2 wobbly ones that he built himself about 30 years ago and that I think will fall apart soon enough. Granted they are in the basement and rarely ever get opened but still. 

So my sister and I started plotting. I was going to tell my parents that I wanted them, but unfortunately wasn't able to pick them up right away. As they needed to be moved out of the apartment ASAP they should store them for me in the basement until I was able to pick them up. We figured once the furniture was there, it would be incorporated with the rest of the basement hoard and I could just leave it there for eternity. Yup. That's how hoarding works. Well guess what. My Dad, who always whines about how far it is to my house and who can't be convinced to show up here more than once a year, packed up my Grandma's bedroom furniture and was at my house less than 20 hours after finding out that I wanted it. 2 wardrobes, 2 nightstands and half a bed. Yes. Half a bed. It was one of those really old beds, that can work as 2 single beds. Somehow the second half "went missing". James and I really considered using it for ourselves, but I was not willing to mix and match again. As there was only one bed I wasn't willing to do it.

The bed and nightstands went into the attic, the wardrobes into the garage. Well. After blocking 40% of my garage for months lying on their side as they were to high to fit in standing, they almost had disappeared under stuff I had piled on top of them. James and I finally decided to put them into our new guest room in the basement once it was finished. This room was far from done. So as a physical reminder to keep working on it, and to have them out of his garage, James put them in the corner of the living room. Right were Jack & Jill's dressers had been parked. 

What am I to tell you. They are still there. Threatening as ever.

CURSE YOU, TAXI TUESDAY!

I had an additional run today, as one of the kid's rides fell through. Unfortunately yesterday's errand couldn't be taken care of because I was missing  my husbands signature on an application.

Being the Taxi Tuesday pro I am, a squished passport pictures and turning in the application into the 45 min I had between drop off an pick up. And I only was 5 min late. We canceled Judo because Ella fell and hurt her head on the way home from school.

Being the saint I am, I picked up the kid who used to come with us the last few weeks even though my son's classes ended 2 weeks ago and having to kill 20 min between ballet and his pick up. I am just too nice. After dropping him off at home I had 2 wasted kids, asleep in the car, so I stopped and picked up a few things at the grocery store. Of course I forgot the most important thing. I will make it through this week somehow, but don't ask me how, today.

Did I mention that I dropped James off at work before ballet and picked him up again after the Judo II drop off? No. Well. I did. I know, I am a hero.