I Told You I Was Lazy

I'm outting myself on my unorganized-ness. It really does bug the living be-jeezus outta me that I have no motivation to organize this crap. You would think looking at it should be motivation enough.....but, nope! you're wrong. I start school on Feb. 1st and this needs to get done before then. So, I am posting all my nastiness on the internets for all to see and abhor. Most of the people I know who read my blog probably will throw up at the mayhem.....others may think "that's not that bad, but I can't believe she would post pictures of that mess!". It simply doesn't matter what people think, because obviously I don't give a damn if I'm posting pics of it right? My motivation is now that the internets have seen the yuckiness, I have to organize it and take pics of the after math BEFORE school starts. We'll see how that goes. I often play this silly little game with myself, but it never works. Manipulating your own self...does it ever work?

Now introducing my crap..........

this is Grady's room and this is actually clean. this goes all around his room. the toys have thrown up all over the place!! the task is to get this done with little to no moola. can it be done?

top of Grady's dresser. this will be easiest to do. do you see the elephant and giraffe on the dresser? those use to be hung above Grady's crib, but then the little Mc-Nugget was able to touch them and next thing I know they're behind the crib...and I haven't re-hung them.

this is the garage. do I need to say more? holy crap!! looking at it gives me a tummy ache.

this is all the paper shish. you know..mail, newspapers, CRAP!! don't be fooled if you're thinking that's not that much....we have about three piles of this crap laying around either in the kitchen or our bedroom. it is going to eat us alive.

Brad could honestly careless about any of this....which may be a good thing. My question is: how do I get it done with a toddler? You're kidding yourself if you think he'll sit nice playing with toys while watching me do it. Not my Mc-nugget. I put things away and he takes them out and throws them across the room. It's a fun game, didn't you know? This reminds me of a conversation I had with Meppy a few weeks ago at Disneyland. We met up with our sister, Julianne, and her FIVE boys. Mayhem, I tell you. But, organized mayhem. I noticed that Colby, Julianne's 2 year old, was walking by her and not holding her hand. And, he was actually listening to her when she talked to him. The second I take Grady out of his stroller, he takes off running full speed ahead....good times.

Me: "How does Julianne get her boys to stay by her and not run away from her? They need to teach Grady how to do that."

Mary: "Cuz Julianne's boys are momma's boys that why. They actually like her and want to be around her."

Me: "Blow me, bitch!"

We both laughed. Yes, this is the way my sister's and I communicate with each other. Name calling. It works. You should try it.