Cheaper than Therapy

I’ve cleaned out two closets this morning. Like, reeeeeeeally cleaned them out. Threw stuff away, organized everything into bins, put everything back away in a nice, neat, organized fashion, and spent the remainder of the day wondering why we had 3 gi-normous EMPTY bottles of Tilex shower cleaner in the bathroom closet. I sent a HUGE pile of old coats and things to charity. I learned that our coat closet does, indeed, have a FLOOR. I decided that there is no longer any point to saving my twin extra-long sheets from college, since we have no twin extra-long people or beds in this house. I also organized all my stamps, inks, scissors and other geeky craft-type stuff.

Holy crap do I feel productive! I keep going into the bathroom and looking in the closet with its nice, neat sage-green bins of supplies and perfectly neat piles of nicely folded towels all stacked with the folds facing out...and wondering, “Whose bathroom closet IS this?”

I have only one thing to say:

He who makes a mess of my nice and neat newly-organized closets will pay. Dearly.

In case anyone is wondering, I’m on spring break this week. So is A. So he, J, and I have been hanging out enjoying the beautiful spring weather. This afternoon they ate their lunch in the treehouse part of our swingset, and they thought it was the best thing ever. It reminded me all over again how oftentimes the simplest parts of parenting are the most satisfying. I had only made them PBJ sandwiches with fruit and chips on the side...nourishment for the afternoon’s activities. But eating it in the treehouse made it very special, and they thought I was supermom.