Monday, July 23, 2012
Lost Clothes
Chet and I have made habit of inviting people over to our house. What seems like an innocent little dinner can quickly turn into a huge feast with half the ward. I have a little problem. I never want to be considered cliche (is that how you spell it) I would never want to hurt someones feellings by not inviting them. I however, cannot call everyone every time I do something, about once a month. So I just tell everyone if they ever hear of an event going on at my house, they are invited. At the beginning of the summer we had lots (maybe 15-20 for my best guess) of families coming over for dinner. It was a crazy Sunday and the house was a mess. The laundry room was not even walkable (thats not too uncommon). Sometimes guys help carry things in (tables and chairs) from the garage and I knew that was not going to work. So, I took some empty bins and stuffed all the laundry on the floor into them. I ran them downstairs into a room that we lock during events, a storage room/guest room. Today, about 3 months later, and entire summer of complaining that the kids don't have any cute summer clothes, I found them!! 3 Bins full of clothes. Some were wintery clothes (jeans and long sleeve) but many were waiting to get washed for the summer use. Lovely. Lovely I tell you. Side note: This problem I have of stuffing things in places has always drove Chet crazy about me. I would rather stuff and have a clean looking house, to usually go and clean later, than to have it messy. Chet would have rather me left the clothes there and take the chance that no one saw it. Good thing that's not a deal breaker for Chet. He loves me!
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I swear we are sisters. So much of what you say is me! I do the same thing. The only thing is mine is piles of paperwork that Randy usually leaves on my high counter, front and center in my kitchen. I always take them into our office and forget about them. I've got many piles throughout the office that I fully intended to come back to and throw away, but forget and have 20 piles by the time I get to them. Randy can't stand piles. At least they're in one place, right. You knew that those bins were in one place! I'm like you, I want a clean house with no worries that someone will see that I'm not as organized as I would like to think I am. You're adorable:)
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