I LOVE Houston, so I'm totally NOT complaining, but on MLK day not only can we not just get along, but we can't even decide on a mutual Martin Luther Kind day parade. I'm not sure what all the controversy is about...something about one being more something than the other or something I guess.
All I know is the Chronicle claims it ended in a coin toss over which parade got to take place downtown and which parade got booted over to Allen Parkway. It's hard to believe we rely on a coin toss, but I guess it's a tried and true method for making such important decisions. Besides, Allen Parkway isn't a half bad spot for a parade and why argue with having two parades? We couldn't go to either though, both kids being struck down with fever yesterday.
Stuck at home such as we were, I figured I had no excuse for not catching up on phone calls in between dispensing Tylenol. I have to procrastinate a BUNCH before I can make those kinds of phone calls. Actually I like to procrastinate a bunch before I make ANY type of phone call, but the worst kind are where...well, pretty much if you're not calling a friend or family member they're all the worst kind.
These were the kind of phone calls where you leave half a dozen messages before someone that you didn't really want to talk to in the first place ends up calling you back at the most inconvenient time possible, so it called for some serious procrastinating. See how nice and neat my kitchen cabinets look now?
My cabinets didn't need reorganizing. I can find most stuff, usually. Okay, so I didn't know I owned a pie plate and made a chicken pot pie in a cast iron pan instead last week, but it came out good that way. See, there's the pie pan over on the left. At least, I think it's a pie pan. I'll let you know next time I make a chicken pot pie:
I have these cute little space saver devices. I don't actually need them, because my cleaning method involves throwing away anything that someone isn't using at the exact moment that I'm doing the tossing. I've heard this is a guaranteed way to turn my children into pack rats for life, but they'll have to bring that up for themselves later while they're in therapy. Right now we're just working on surviving their childhood without the entire apartment being filled floor to ceiling in stickers, string, ticky-tack, sequence, buttons, beads, souvenir sized catchup bottles, rocks, and other such treasures.
See how the corning ware lids stay all straight up, making room for kitchen devices I may or may not have owned at one time in my life? If they really wanted to make something useful for the kitchen, they'd put hinges on the lids of the plastic containers so they didn't get lost all the time.
Here's one last picture of my now tidy cabinets. I suppose by mid-week the kids will be wondering why they don't have any clean socks or underwear, but at least I'll be able to find the proper sized pot for all the cooking I'm not doing.