Acquired fire hazards (aka: shit people give you)

There are a lot of things I didn't do before packing up and moving.

• That giant box of old papers I wanted to go through? Sitting in the front room.
• Clothes that should have been sorted and sent to the Rescue Mission? Scattered throughout three rooms.
• Old computer monitors/printers/cables I wanted him to find new homes for? Currently surrounding me in the basement office area.
• The Popular Science mags I begged him to sort and toss 16 months ago? Still in the same box they sat in at the other house, only now at this house. And still pissing me off.
• The filing cabinet that holds next to no important papers because they're all in the box upstairs in the front room? Still haven't sorted through the junk we're keeping in there.

 It's an epidemic.

Laundry mishaps

I could totally be a good housewife if I really tried. But, I get distracted.

Or multitask.

Or both.

Usually, it's both and that's why I have four loads of laundry that need to be taken care of, dinner is kind of thought about most days and my kids tend to run naked and wild for a couples hours ... every day.

Things just get crazier when glitter is involved.