Nailed It

I was laying in bed last night just thinking all the thinks I like to think out before I stop thinking for the day, and I had myself a little giggle at something that had happened earlier that evening. I thought to myself, "I should really write this shit down."

So, here we are.

I'm sure you're dying to know what the thing was that made me giggle. Or maybe you're not wondering at all, but you came to visit my brain over at this here blog, so you asked for it.

Yesterday, I organized closets and cabinets. Exactly three adults in my life will realize what a profound statement I just made. This means that the rest of my house was clean (never happens), I had leftover energy (what the hell), and I was able to focus (whaaaaaat) on a mundane task like organizing the kitchen cabinets. I'm not sure what got into me (double spark, side of powdered donut), but it was like I was possessed.

I worry that organizing kitchen cabinets is a gateway chore. I just don't think I want to become the type of person who has dusted ceiling fan blades or seen what's behind the washer and dryer. Insert "Ain't Nobody Got Time For That" here.

After stacking all our plastic containers back into the cabinet Porky empties every single evening, I decided I should also make some chili. I cook dinner several nights a week, but I'm not exactly winning any awards. No one ever goes racing back into the kitchen for seconds, but I haven't poisoned anyone either, so the glass is still half-full (of wine).

I got a text that DH was on his way home. I looked at my spotless house, my big kids practicing their handwriting at the kitchen table, Porky snacking on some crackers quietly in her high chair, and the pot of delicious soup simmering on the stove top. We look like freakin' Norman Rockwell painting. I actually said aloud, "Nailed it."

I just knew I was in for some high praise. DH walked through the back door, looked around, and said "Did they cancel dance class tonight?"

MOTHEREFFER

So close.