As any of you other Mormons know, the church makes the world an awfully small place. I was reminded of this today when I ran into my dear old friend, Ginger, at the Louisville Temple. Even though Ginger and her family only live about 90 minutes away from us, we haven't seen each other in years. (Although through the magic of blogging and email it really didn't feel like any time had passed!) So it was great to be able to chat, catch up, and have someone to sit next to during a session. Oh, and to find out that her oldest child remembered me because of my donuts. I'm totally okay with being remembered as the donut lady. :)
So during the three hour drive back home I thought a lot about all of the random people I have run into through church. One of the most memorable also happened at the temple. It was the week after my mom's funeral, and I was at the Salt Lake Temple with my ward's Relief Society. I had been in a bit of funk - for obvious reasons - and didn't really want to go that night. But I decided it was probably time to end my little pity party and get back to living life. I still remember the walk down to the temple. (Yes, we lived that close. It was so nice.) During the session I realized that one of my long-lost friends, Rachel, was there. Rachel and I had become especially good friends during our semester abroad at the BYU Jerusalem Center. However, we had lost touch while she served a mission. (This was pre-Facebook, people. I know, the stone ages.)
It was SO HARD to stay reverent when we finally met up in the Celestial room! I just remember hugging and crying and talking a mile a minute and just being so very, very grateful to our Heavenly Father for bringing us together again at just the perfect time! Over the next week we were able to meet up a few times and catch up; it was just what I needed.
The church also makes the world a really small place when you play the "do you know...?" game. You know, when you find out where someone is from and you know someone from there and so you ask if they know each other. Seriously, more often than not you can find someone you know it common. This happened a few weeks ago and the tri-ward mutual activity I was at. I was talking to the Young Women's president from the first ward. We had gotten to know each other a little before, and found out that she grew up in and her parents still lived in the same Stake that my Grandma Roper lives in. But that night we talked about where I grew up. As soon as I mentioned Fairfield, her eyes lit up and she asked me if I knew Emily so-and-so. Omigosh. TOTALLY! Emily and I were good buddies back in high school and she is still one of the coolest people I know! Turns out that she and Emily had become really good friends in college. I know it's not that weird, but still, what are the chances of one of Emily's good college friends moving to Indiana of all places and running into one of Emily's good high school friends?
A few months ago I found out that another person I had just met in our stake was the cousin of some friends of mine in Fairfield. I've also had cousins by marriage (my Uncle Jared's niece) and step-cousins by marriage (Susie's first husband's nephew) actually live in Lafayette for a while. I could go on and one, and I'm pretty sure that everyone reading this probably has similar stories. And if you're not Mormon, I bet you've played the "do you know..." game with your Mormon friends and have found someone in common. (And if you haven't, try it. It's fun!)
All of this just reinforces my current vision of what heaven must be like. Of course, assuming you and everyone else behaves themselves, you'll be in heaven with your family. That's one of our core doctrines, and I firmly believe it. But I think that you'll also have the chance to be with all of your oldest, dearest, and best friends. Your bestest friend forever from the 3rd grade? You'll totally have a chance to catch up with her. Those roommates from college who felt like sisters? They'll be there. That sister you got to know so well and love while working together on a big church calling? Of course she'll be there!
I guess my real point is this: it won't really be heaven unless your friends are there, too. Running into old friends is just a nice reminder of this, and the fact that I really need to work hard on living a good life so I won't be missed among all the joyful reunions that are sure to happen.
Saturday, November 24, 2012
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Eiteljorg Field Trip
Today I went on a field trip with Spencer's class to the Eiteljorg Museum of American Indians. But before we get to the museum, I just have to mention a few things about what went on in the classroom before we got on the bus.
First, kids who are going on a field trip are always SUPER excited. Seriously. Second, kids who say they don't need to go to the bathroom always need to - right when you're leaving. Third, kids are funny and love being able to talk to their friends' moms.
Fourth, my kids have mentioned that they listen to announcements every morning. What I didn't realize is that they are also watching the announcements. This is done, I'm assuming, through some sort of webcast software that the teacher connects to with her laptop and projector. This in itself was pretty impressive to me, because I still vividly remember the first time I went into a computer lab - in the SECOND GRADE. Apparently I went to school in the stone ages.
Anywho, the announcements started with Karen Carpenter's song "Sing" playing on, what sounded like to me, a record player. This tickled me for some reason; I mean, Karen Carpenter? Random.
*Side note: because I'm wicked, I totally wished they had been playing Karen Carpenter's "Superstar" instead. Yes, a rather inappropriate choice for grade schoolers, but then I totally would have sung along with it, much like in one of the best movies of all time. You know you were thinking it, too.
The principal (Dr. Schirack) and his vice principal (Mr. Ridenour?) are seated at a desk and they give the announcements and show pictures of the kids who have birthdays that day, which is pretty cool. The "acting" and the video quality were pretty, well, elementary, but it was all quite charming. This also tickled me, mainly because it reminded me of nothing so much as the morning announcements you could watch on tv on our cruise, and anything that reminds me of our cruise is good by me.
Anyways, we loaded up the bus and were on our way. I sat by Spencer and some kid who had some version of a Pokemon encyclopedia, which means the entire 90 minute bus ride consisted of Pokemon. We won't go much into detail on that because I'd rather forget it all.
The first thing we did at the museum was learn about Native Americans from a real Native American artist. He was a professional stone sculptor, so of course we... painted cornucopias. Yeah, I didn't get it either. I mean, we didn't even get to see any of his work. But whatever. Here's Spencer's cornucopia:
And here's mine:
Both will be on display in the Madsen Museum of Thanksgiving Art Done at School exhibit in our basement for the next week or so.
Then we went on a guided tour of some of the museum. Our tour guide was awesome for two reasons: 1) he really knew his stuff, and 2) he was from New Jersey and had the accent to prove it. Talk about a disconnect with the surroundings. However, I really liked him. For one thing, you could tell he was really passionate about the museum and teaching the kids. For another, you could tell he had picked up a bunch of kid "lingo" and he liked to use it. (Like "OMG" and "Cool" and whatnot.) He also told jokes that the kids didn't get but the adults did, which is always a winner in my book.
I'm not sure why, but Spencer insisted that I take a bunch of pictures. And since I know how interesting pictures of a museum you've probably never been to before are, I'll make this brief.
Here's a 34 foot tall, 2600 pound totem pole. It was pretty impressive.
Here's Spencer holding the vertebrae of a whale. It was big. Oh, and there's our guide.
Here are the kids beating a caribou drum. Sorry the pictures are funny - no flash photography.
Learning about the arctic Native Americans. There's Mrs. Wright in the background. She was Spencer's Kindergarten teacher, but today she was just another mom.
Here's a wigwam. It's semi-permanent and made of birch, so don't mistake it for a teepee, which is very portable and made of hides.
Spencer working on building a miniature teepee.
There's a teepee. I kinda doubt they were made of canvas, but it looks nice. A bit drafty, but nice. (Makes me thankful for my bed and house and all I have!)
The museum had a "Jingle Rails" display. Artists had made small replicas of different Native American sites around the country and then put electric trains with them. It was all very well done and pretty interesting. Here's Yellowstone lodge.
After a bite to eat and the obligatory trip to the gift shop, it was time to head home. I earned mother of the year points by letting Spencer play Angry Birds Star Wars on my phone while I dozed.
First, kids who are going on a field trip are always SUPER excited. Seriously. Second, kids who say they don't need to go to the bathroom always need to - right when you're leaving. Third, kids are funny and love being able to talk to their friends' moms.
Fourth, my kids have mentioned that they listen to announcements every morning. What I didn't realize is that they are also watching the announcements. This is done, I'm assuming, through some sort of webcast software that the teacher connects to with her laptop and projector. This in itself was pretty impressive to me, because I still vividly remember the first time I went into a computer lab - in the SECOND GRADE. Apparently I went to school in the stone ages.
Anywho, the announcements started with Karen Carpenter's song "Sing" playing on, what sounded like to me, a record player. This tickled me for some reason; I mean, Karen Carpenter? Random.
*Side note: because I'm wicked, I totally wished they had been playing Karen Carpenter's "Superstar" instead. Yes, a rather inappropriate choice for grade schoolers, but then I totally would have sung along with it, much like in one of the best movies of all time. You know you were thinking it, too.
The principal (Dr. Schirack) and his vice principal (Mr. Ridenour?) are seated at a desk and they give the announcements and show pictures of the kids who have birthdays that day, which is pretty cool. The "acting" and the video quality were pretty, well, elementary, but it was all quite charming. This also tickled me, mainly because it reminded me of nothing so much as the morning announcements you could watch on tv on our cruise, and anything that reminds me of our cruise is good by me.
Anyways, we loaded up the bus and were on our way. I sat by Spencer and some kid who had some version of a Pokemon encyclopedia, which means the entire 90 minute bus ride consisted of Pokemon. We won't go much into detail on that because I'd rather forget it all.
The first thing we did at the museum was learn about Native Americans from a real Native American artist. He was a professional stone sculptor, so of course we... painted cornucopias. Yeah, I didn't get it either. I mean, we didn't even get to see any of his work. But whatever. Here's Spencer's cornucopia:
And here's mine:
Both will be on display in the Madsen Museum of Thanksgiving Art Done at School exhibit in our basement for the next week or so.
Then we went on a guided tour of some of the museum. Our tour guide was awesome for two reasons: 1) he really knew his stuff, and 2) he was from New Jersey and had the accent to prove it. Talk about a disconnect with the surroundings. However, I really liked him. For one thing, you could tell he was really passionate about the museum and teaching the kids. For another, you could tell he had picked up a bunch of kid "lingo" and he liked to use it. (Like "OMG" and "Cool" and whatnot.) He also told jokes that the kids didn't get but the adults did, which is always a winner in my book.
I'm not sure why, but Spencer insisted that I take a bunch of pictures. And since I know how interesting pictures of a museum you've probably never been to before are, I'll make this brief.
Here's a 34 foot tall, 2600 pound totem pole. It was pretty impressive.
Here's Spencer holding the vertebrae of a whale. It was big. Oh, and there's our guide.
Here are the kids beating a caribou drum. Sorry the pictures are funny - no flash photography.
Learning about the arctic Native Americans. There's Mrs. Wright in the background. She was Spencer's Kindergarten teacher, but today she was just another mom.
Here's a wigwam. It's semi-permanent and made of birch, so don't mistake it for a teepee, which is very portable and made of hides.
Spencer working on building a miniature teepee.
There's a teepee. I kinda doubt they were made of canvas, but it looks nice. A bit drafty, but nice. (Makes me thankful for my bed and house and all I have!)
The museum had a "Jingle Rails" display. Artists had made small replicas of different Native American sites around the country and then put electric trains with them. It was all very well done and pretty interesting. Here's Yellowstone lodge.
And here's Spencer in front of a teeny-tiny Old Faithful.
After a bite to eat and the obligatory trip to the gift shop, it was time to head home. I earned mother of the year points by letting Spencer play Angry Birds Star Wars on my phone while I dozed.
Saturday, November 17, 2012
Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice
This morning I decided to let Tess have some fun and pull out shirts from her drawer. She could happily do this for hours. (And has.)
So I opened the drawer for her and she started to pull out one shirt at a time. After four or five she pulled out her pink monkey shirt. She held it up and gave a little squeal of delight as she hugged it to her chest. Then she brought it over to me and sat on my lap, letting me know that it was time to get dressed.
This girl clearly knew what she was looking for.
It took me half a second, but then I realized: Oh. My. Gosh. I have a girl!
*squeal of delight!*
Friday, November 16, 2012
Begging for Bedtime
Around 30 minutes before bedtime Cole asked me if he could go to sleep.
"You want to go to bed? Now?"
"Yes. I sleepy."
"Well, okay! Let's put you to bed!"
"No! Joshie bed!"
No matter what I tried, Cole could not be persuaded to go to bed without Josh.
"Well, why don't you go ask Joshie if he wants to go to bed?"
"Otay."
Cole then proceeded to beg and plead with his brothers to go to bed early.
"Pwease! It's time for bed! You go to bed now! I sleepy and it's time for bed! Pwease, Joshie, turn off the compooter and go to sleep. PWEASE! NOW!"
It was the most amusing, pathetically cute thing I had ever seen. Unfortunately, the cuteness fell on deaf ears; his elder brothers refused to go to bed early.
Thirty minutes later and it was time for bed. Cole got his second wind, racing around the house, shrieking at the top of his lungs. Josh happily followed suit, egging Cole on and yelling to wake the dead. This woke Tess up.
I did not find amusing. Or cute.
Now Tess is half fussing, half singing in her crib, banging a toy against the bars of her crib as if she were in jail. Which, I guess, she sort of is.
This is also fairly amusing and cute.
But not enough to get out of bed time.
"You want to go to bed? Now?"
"Yes. I sleepy."
"Well, okay! Let's put you to bed!"
"No! Joshie bed!"
No matter what I tried, Cole could not be persuaded to go to bed without Josh.
"Well, why don't you go ask Joshie if he wants to go to bed?"
"Otay."
Cole then proceeded to beg and plead with his brothers to go to bed early.
"Pwease! It's time for bed! You go to bed now! I sleepy and it's time for bed! Pwease, Joshie, turn off the compooter and go to sleep. PWEASE! NOW!"
It was the most amusing, pathetically cute thing I had ever seen. Unfortunately, the cuteness fell on deaf ears; his elder brothers refused to go to bed early.
Thirty minutes later and it was time for bed. Cole got his second wind, racing around the house, shrieking at the top of his lungs. Josh happily followed suit, egging Cole on and yelling to wake the dead. This woke Tess up.
I did not find amusing. Or cute.
Now Tess is half fussing, half singing in her crib, banging a toy against the bars of her crib as if she were in jail. Which, I guess, she sort of is.
This is also fairly amusing and cute.
But not enough to get out of bed time.
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Germ Warfare
So, as you may have noticed, we've been having fun with the flu around here. This post is not so much about my battle with the germs (although that is included for your reading pleasure), but more about the war between my children and I while I was all germy.
My bout with the flu started on Monday night. I was feeling kinda gross, but thought I was just coming down with a cold. I went to bed early - and woke up a zombie.
Well, not quite a zombie. I mean, I could function. But I didn't wanna.
My head pounded. My body ached all over. I had a high fever. And I was exhausted because I didn't really sleep so much as toss and turn in between fever dreams.
Still, I thought I could probably tough it out, so I sent Lance off to work. (I knew he'd been especially busy at work and I didn't want him to stay home unless I was really dying or something.)
Somehow I got Spencer and Josh off to school and then coaxed Cole and Tess downstairs, where I turned on the TV to PBS, plopped on the couch, and passed out.
Well, not quite passed out. I mean, I was still mostly awake. But I didn't wanna be.
Tess took this rare opportunity to climb all over me. Up and down, back and forth, on my face, down my legs. What a grand time she had!
During this time Cole decided he wanted to play with toys. ALL of the toys. And so he got ALL of them out. Remember my clean closet? Yeah, not so much anymore.
At one point these children had the audacity to demand a snack, so I got out a box of dinosaur fruit snacks (a rare treat), and opened one for each toddler. This proved to be a mistake, as Tess decided to hold them in her little hands, melt them all, and then smear them up and down my arms and legs as she climbed on me. Thing is, I know what time I gave her the fruit snacks, and I didn't notice the stickiness until about an hour later. That's how out of it I was on the couch. Awesome.
Then Tess decided she needed to be the GROUCHIEST TODDLER ON EARTH. I knew it was because she's teething, but she refused to take her medicine. Normally I just put it into some milk in her sippy cup and let her take it that way, but I didn't have that kind of time or patience. So I did what any mother would do in this situation: I forced it down her. And she was upset for about 30 seconds. And then she scowled and yelled at me for a while. And about 10 minutes later she was more cheerful and happy than any little girl has any right to be.
Punk baby.
Eventually I got my act together long enough to make them lunch and then put Tess down for a nap. I had a decided plan for my survival: allow Cole some treasured computer time while I snuck a decent non-toddler-stomping-on-me nap on the couch. At Cole's age Spencer and Josh would play on the computer for hours if I let them. (And I know, because that's how I snuck naps when I was pregnant.)
However, I forgot one very important thing: Cole is a very different boy from his brothers.
I put him on the computer and then promptly fell asleep on the couch. I would guess he played for about 10 minutes and then got bored and started to wander around the house.
Here are a few of the surprises I discovered once I woke up an hour later:
Unfortunately, my wrestling teammate was stuck at work, and while he did come home a bit early, it felt like a million years to me. But he got home. And I went to bed. And then he had to take Spencer to piano lessons. And the hour that took seemed like another million years because I felt SOOOOO very sick and Josh and Cole were fighting like cats and dogs and Tess wanted my undivided attention and, NO, I was NOT allowed to close my eyes AT ALL and it was around this time that I seriously considered moving to Utah just so at moments like this I could call grandpa and grandma and say
But then Lance came home and I went to bed and all was well.
Well, not really. It was another long night. But my fever finally broke and I woke up in a pool of sweat (TMI?), and I didn't want to die too much in the morning.
And then Spencer came trudging up the stairs, complaining of all the same symptoms that I had had, and I knew that instead of taking it easy and recovering that day I would be taking care of another sicko.
And so that's what I did.
And I tried to sneak in another nap, but that never happened. That's probably just as well because at one point I came downstairs to the basement and discovered this:
All I could get out of either Spencer and Cole was that the chair fell down. Apparently all on its own. We obviously have suicidal chairs on our hands. (Or maybe it was just Cole pushing chairs around some more. Nah, that's crazy.)
And of course I took a picture of it and sent it to Lance, because that's sometimes the only way I can cope: sending pictures of mass destruction to my tag-team wrestling partner.
So anyway, the rest is just a blur. By this morning I was feeling about 85% normal, but Spencer still had a fever, which means he'll be home tomorrow, too. (You have to be fever free for 24 hours before you can go back to school. I totally agree with and understand this policy, but still, three days of Spencer home is a long time.) Cole wasn't quite as destructive and Tess wasn't quite as grouchy, which is good. But Josh is sure in a foul mood because I let Spencer play on computer and not him, his rationale being I should let him stay home and play computer even though he's not sick. I am the meanest mother in the world.
But the house is still a disaster and I still have no energy and/or desire to clean it up, although in exactly a week from today I will be hosting a Thanksgiving dinner for 14 people.
So that's my story. The germs didn't beat me, but my kids sure did.
My bout with the flu started on Monday night. I was feeling kinda gross, but thought I was just coming down with a cold. I went to bed early - and woke up a zombie.
Well, not quite a zombie. I mean, I could function. But I didn't wanna.
My head pounded. My body ached all over. I had a high fever. And I was exhausted because I didn't really sleep so much as toss and turn in between fever dreams.
Still, I thought I could probably tough it out, so I sent Lance off to work. (I knew he'd been especially busy at work and I didn't want him to stay home unless I was really dying or something.)
Somehow I got Spencer and Josh off to school and then coaxed Cole and Tess downstairs, where I turned on the TV to PBS, plopped on the couch, and passed out.
Well, not quite passed out. I mean, I was still mostly awake. But I didn't wanna be.
Tess took this rare opportunity to climb all over me. Up and down, back and forth, on my face, down my legs. What a grand time she had!
During this time Cole decided he wanted to play with toys. ALL of the toys. And so he got ALL of them out. Remember my clean closet? Yeah, not so much anymore.
At one point these children had the audacity to demand a snack, so I got out a box of dinosaur fruit snacks (a rare treat), and opened one for each toddler. This proved to be a mistake, as Tess decided to hold them in her little hands, melt them all, and then smear them up and down my arms and legs as she climbed on me. Thing is, I know what time I gave her the fruit snacks, and I didn't notice the stickiness until about an hour later. That's how out of it I was on the couch. Awesome.
Then Tess decided she needed to be the GROUCHIEST TODDLER ON EARTH. I knew it was because she's teething, but she refused to take her medicine. Normally I just put it into some milk in her sippy cup and let her take it that way, but I didn't have that kind of time or patience. So I did what any mother would do in this situation: I forced it down her. And she was upset for about 30 seconds. And then she scowled and yelled at me for a while. And about 10 minutes later she was more cheerful and happy than any little girl has any right to be.
Punk baby.
Eventually I got my act together long enough to make them lunch and then put Tess down for a nap. I had a decided plan for my survival: allow Cole some treasured computer time while I snuck a decent non-toddler-stomping-on-me nap on the couch. At Cole's age Spencer and Josh would play on the computer for hours if I let them. (And I know, because that's how I snuck naps when I was pregnant.)
However, I forgot one very important thing: Cole is a very different boy from his brothers.
I put him on the computer and then promptly fell asleep on the couch. I would guess he played for about 10 minutes and then got bored and started to wander around the house.
Here are a few of the surprises I discovered once I woke up an hour later:
- A chair by the counter and my keys missing (they weren't that hard to find, but still)
- 5 more dinosaur fruit snack wrappers scattered throughout the house
- My bathroom mirror had been thoroughly sprayed with water
- Even more toys out on the floor, if that's even possible
- My bed un-made
- A pair of scissors mysteriously laying on the counter (still haven't found anything that he'd cut, thank goodness!)
- A few other things which, for the life of me, I can't recall right now. But I know there was more.
Unfortunately, my wrestling teammate was stuck at work, and while he did come home a bit early, it felt like a million years to me. But he got home. And I went to bed. And then he had to take Spencer to piano lessons. And the hour that took seemed like another million years because I felt SOOOOO very sick and Josh and Cole were fighting like cats and dogs and Tess wanted my undivided attention and, NO, I was NOT allowed to close my eyes AT ALL and it was around this time that I seriously considered moving to Utah just so at moments like this I could call grandpa and grandma and say
"SAVE ME FROM MY CHILDREN!!!!!!"
But then Lance came home and I went to bed and all was well.
Well, not really. It was another long night. But my fever finally broke and I woke up in a pool of sweat (TMI?), and I didn't want to die too much in the morning.
And then Spencer came trudging up the stairs, complaining of all the same symptoms that I had had, and I knew that instead of taking it easy and recovering that day I would be taking care of another sicko.
And so that's what I did.
And I tried to sneak in another nap, but that never happened. That's probably just as well because at one point I came downstairs to the basement and discovered this:
All I could get out of either Spencer and Cole was that the chair fell down. Apparently all on its own. We obviously have suicidal chairs on our hands. (Or maybe it was just Cole pushing chairs around some more. Nah, that's crazy.)
And of course I took a picture of it and sent it to Lance, because that's sometimes the only way I can cope: sending pictures of mass destruction to my tag-team wrestling partner.
So anyway, the rest is just a blur. By this morning I was feeling about 85% normal, but Spencer still had a fever, which means he'll be home tomorrow, too. (You have to be fever free for 24 hours before you can go back to school. I totally agree with and understand this policy, but still, three days of Spencer home is a long time.) Cole wasn't quite as destructive and Tess wasn't quite as grouchy, which is good. But Josh is sure in a foul mood because I let Spencer play on computer and not him, his rationale being I should let him stay home and play computer even though he's not sick. I am the meanest mother in the world.
But the house is still a disaster and I still have no energy and/or desire to clean it up, although in exactly a week from today I will be hosting a Thanksgiving dinner for 14 people.
So that's my story. The germs didn't beat me, but my kids sure did.
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Sick
First I was nearly drowned.
Then I was hit by a semi truck.
Finally, I haven't been allowed to sleep for the past 39 hours.
At least that's what it feels like.
Blergh.
Then I was hit by a semi truck.
Finally, I haven't been allowed to sleep for the past 39 hours.
At least that's what it feels like.
Blergh.
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Toy Clean Out
For a while I have been thinking about cleaning, sorting, and organizing all the toys in the house in order to get ready for Christmas. I had been putting it off, because let's be honest, that is NOT a fun project. But early last week I discovered that Cole had left a sippy cup of milk in the toy closet. And it leaked. And fermented. And it smelled as great as you think.
So I got to work. I scoured the house for rogue toys. I sorted: keep, Goodwill, trash. I cleaned. I changed batteries. I tried to keep Cole and Tess from "helping" too much. (I also ignored the Halloween decorations that were still up downstairs. You should, too.) Four kids times birthdays times Christmas times grandparents = lots of toys.
Around 14 hours later, success! Lots of extra room in the closet, much more organized. Tess approved, mainly because now she could actually get into the closet.
I used this as a Personal Progress value project, which was an added bonus.
Of course, the basement and the closet stayed clean for around 33 seconds. Still, it felt good to get it done!
So I got to work. I scoured the house for rogue toys. I sorted: keep, Goodwill, trash. I cleaned. I changed batteries. I tried to keep Cole and Tess from "helping" too much. (I also ignored the Halloween decorations that were still up downstairs. You should, too.) Four kids times birthdays times Christmas times grandparents = lots of toys.
Around 14 hours later, success! Lots of extra room in the closet, much more organized. Tess approved, mainly because now she could actually get into the closet.
I used this as a Personal Progress value project, which was an added bonus.
Of course, the basement and the closet stayed clean for around 33 seconds. Still, it felt good to get it done!
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