Last week, as an early birthday gift, Trent informed me that I will once again have a closet of my very own. Before Lucy was born I had the closet in our spare bedroom/office and Trent had the closet in our bedroom. This was a very strategic decision because I tended to get up fairly early in the morning and this way Trent could sleep while I was getting ready in the other room. When we decided to turn our spare bedroom/office into a nursery, I had to move all of my stuff out of the closet to make room for thousands of little dresses. Some people said the baby wouldn’t need to much room since her clothes would be so small, but all of those people obviously had never had a little girl, diva-baby. I also had to give up my long dresser, which was convered into a dresser/changing table for the little princess.
In turn, all of my clothes were then shoved in to plastic containers underneath our bed or were hung on a metal rack in the corner of the room. Though I’m sure this sounds like a viable solution, it is NOT. My crap is everywhere and I really think the lady of the house should have a closet, especially when the husband uses his closet to hang up all of his 308 t-shirts! Seriously, who hangs up t-shirts?!
Anyway, Trent has decided to take the aforementioned metal rack-thing and put it in his office in the basement along with his 308 t-shirts and I get the closet. Now comes our big chicken and egg problem. Trent couldn’t move his clothes out of the closet until he had the rack in the basement and I couldn’t move my clothes from the rack until his clothes were out of the closet. So what did we do? Just decided to leave our clothes all over the place. There are clothes in the kitchen, clothes on the dining room table, clothes on the child’s bouncy seat, clothes piled inside the bassinet and clothes on top of the dog. It’s like that one time when there was pants in every room, except this time, the pants are joined by tops and belts and socks, oh my!
And the mess is just so daunting, I can’t even bother to try and clean it up. So come on over, drop your pants, and get ready to party!
