Tim did the "drop off duty" yesterday, which consisted of driving to "around" Nashville to meet the Grandparent that is lucky enough to do the same from Louisville. In the past, I have normally completed this task because Tim was usually working, or at least he said he was. I commissioned him for this job this time because 1) He is crippled and doesn't have much to do but watch every televised golf tournament and 2) I had a daunting task at hand that needed to be addressed:
Yes, folks. This is a picture of the girl's playroom. I know. It is scary. I gasped every time I passed it on my way to the bathroom, which is A LOT of times! I had my work cut out for me. But I AM the queen of organizing, culling and cleaning, so I knew I could get the job done. I got to work at 11:00 in the morning.
I ran into a snag under the desk
That is wireless stuff and router stuff and, well, you know....all those stuff type of cords. I just started unplugging and replugging until I got the neatness that I wanted. But you can bet your butt that I checked my ability to get on Facebook with every move that I made, although that wasn't necessary because I evidently rocked the house on hiding some cords without wireless/router/stuff error:
Five hours and two trash bags later, I had the room clean, organized, and well....
Look at that! It is beautiful, yes?
I know you're thinking that I just shoved everything into the closet, right? So have a looksee at this beautifully organized closet
Barbie isn't too happy about being moved into the closet, though.
If you're looking for me, I'll be standing in the doorway of this room, reveling in my wonderfulness and enjoying this room until the girls get home and I hear, "Mommy, where is my _______?!