It's been one of those days/weeks when personal blogging feels especially self-absorbed. I have news coverage from South Carolina open in all my other browser tabs and then I come HERE and like...what do I even write about? The biggest problem I encountered all week is that we're down to only one working iPhone charger so Jason and I are constantly fighting for custody of it, and I ordered a few more but they haven't arrived yet because the next-day shipping from Amazon Prime is taking soooooo looooonnnnnng yoouuuuuuu guuuuuuuyyyyyysssssss.
Yeah. Okay, self.
I guess I'll just post some pictures and try to think about things that are not terrible.
This week's "Are We Really Moving Or Is Jason Just Pulling An Elaborate Prank On Amy To Get Her To Clean Shit Up" project was organizing the shelves in the basement. This, believe or not, is the "AFTER" and is the result of many hours of sorting and purging and (of course) at least one overly dramatic-looking injury:
Note that basement photo does include the shelves in the corners. Those are still a damn mess. But look! There's an EMPTY shelf! There's no shit piled up on the floor except for the weight bench shit, which doesn't look great but whatever! There's stuff in boxes and the stuff in the boxes is actually related in some manner! Need a cooler? Go get one off the Cooler Shelf!
*pats self on back, promptly injures rotator cuff*
(See I wasn't kidding about the pajamas-all-day thing.)
Yesterday I took the boys out for pizza as a reward for sitting quietly and behaving in a waiting room during an appointment I had. And also for not probing for details about the appointment. They seemed to think it was doctor's office and I let them go with that.
(I was getting a bikini wax. Sorry, kids.)
We had a very nice time. As much eye-rolling I do here on the blog about their wild pack behavior, they are all really easy and well-behaved out in public. I am no longer consumed with panic at my total out-numbered-ness when I take them places.
I mean, they're complete and utter weirdos, every last one. But I definitely prefer them that way.