Kevin's parents wanted to take the boys this past weekend to do some fun fall stuff, so we had some time on our hands without Lou, Ben, & Charlie. I had grand schemes for all the things we can do around the house that normally don't get done because of the three crazies running around.
We didn't get started until Sunday.
What we did get finished was pretty amazing, if I do say so myself. We are three quarters of the way through putting flooring in our kitchen. If you've ever seen our kitchen you know that this should have been done five years ago, when we moved in--tacky and deteriorating peel and stick linoleum is what the previous owner left us.
Many people with kids will tell you that routine and order are important in the successful-ness of a day. I have felt I have been lacking that for a while now. I was out to try to tackle that problem. The first thing I did was go through the drawers and closets taking inventory of their clothes. Fall is quickly setting in! Last winter Ben wore only three pairs of pants because I couldn't find where all the other 3Ts were. Turns out they were in the 24mos. box.
Then I took my trusty ol' label maker and go through different areas of the house that might need labeling. It's amazing that after five years of marriage Kevin still doesn't know where certain items are stored. It is no longer a problem! And I'm thinking that once the boys learn how to read it'll be a no-brainer for them to be organized ;)
Maybe I was just excited to use the label maker, but I truly believe are live will be more orderly because of the work we put in while the boys were in Columbus. We'll see how long this lasts...
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I think the "irony" of using the label maker to organize is that I think the label maker was "misplaced" until the entire house was turned upside down over the weekend. Hopefully we remember to label the new location for the label maker so we can continue to use it for organization...
Label makers are hugely addictive. Although... I labeled all the storage bins in our laundry closet and Matt STILL asks me where the paper towels are. Sheeze.
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