Horribly pleased with myself

You can tell Spring is on its way by how irritated I get with the house. Today's target is/was our bedroom, and the stacks-o-boxes that have accumulated. It started with needing to fold laundry to free up baskets so I have something to put clean clothes into (which need to be run soon so that I can pack for next week's trip), and it just kind of snowballed from there...

Of course, in terms of "things that ought to have priority, the stacks-o-boxes are kind of low, since I haven't touched our tax prep (which, given the deadlines our accountant uses, means we WILL be filing an extension, which irritates John, but she still needs enough info to estimate how much we should send in with the extension), and with Jacob's father's recent even-more-crazy-than-usual spell I'm sensing that we need to clean our shit out of the guest bedroom closet so that he has a place to put clean clothing.

But hey: folded laundry and fewer boxes! Progress is still progress.

Horribly pleased with myself

You can tell Spring is on its way by how irritated I get with the house. Today's target is/was our bedroom, and the stacks-o-boxes that have accumulated. It started with needing to fold laundry to free up baskets so I have something to put clean clothes into (which need to be run soon so that I can pack for next week's trip), and it just kind of snowballed from there...

Of course, in terms of "things that ought to have priority, the stacks-o-boxes are kind of low, since I haven't touched our tax prep (which, given the deadlines our accountant uses, means we WILL be filing an extension, which irritates John, but she still needs enough info to estimate how much we should send in with the extension), and with Jacob's father's recent even-more-crazy-than-usual spell I'm sensing that we need to clean our shit out of the guest bedroom closet so that he has a place to put clean clothing.

But hey: folded laundry and fewer boxes! Progress is still progress.