I was starting to feel a little on top of things the other day. So I thought, “Why not unpack the kitchen?”
This is very exactly why not. I should have fed them Cup Noodles indefinitely.
Of course, I could have used a better technique. You know, one box at time. Maybe wait until my husband got home. Instead I just asked all the kids to “bring me stuff.” Five minutes later it looked like a bomb went off.
On the bright side, I think you can see the floor in the garage. On the dark side, it is painfully obvious that I need to vacuum it.