I’m sitting and fiddling with blog settings while Mr. F and both boys sit on the couch behind me and play Mario Kart. Today we got both boys haircuts; Friday night I cut Mr. F’s. hair and yesterday he trimmed all their various and sundry nails. So much keratin removal! We can feel productive even though there’s loads left to do. But when isn’t there?
Typing that block made me feel guilty so I’m going to go load the dishwasher.
Okay, what it actually needed was unloading, so I did that. What really needs to happen is laundry, but that’s a little more involved so I’m stalling. Why am I telling you this? I dunno. Soaking in the enjoyment of my little family having a good time in Mario Kart is warm and contenting, but doesn’t really engage my brain very much, and I don’t feel like working.
Here’s some content, such as it is: How I Store My Nail Polish.
I actually have a Helmer (the piece of IKEA furniture most polish aficionados swear by), and I do not like it. It’s too hard to see all the polishes. Instead I have a bunch of these separated boxes (not the exact brand, lots of people make them) that store 48 polishes each, 24 on each side. That way I can pull them out and look at all the polishes contained therein, instead of just having drawers where all I can see is rows of black caps.
When Mr. F and I moved in together, we each lived in a fully furnished house. Shortly thereafter, I went to grad school in an other city, where I proceeded over the course of (ahem) seven years to build up an additional household of stuff, albeit a smaller one. So now we have so much stuff. Taking stuff to Goodwill is a pretty frequent occurrence, and we try to take advantage of Craigslist and (now) Buy Nothing, but it’s really slow. And it’s easier to add stuff than to get rid of it, which is ass-backwards.
Ugh. This post just makes me want to be productive in some fashion. I’m going to go measure those slots for some kind of basket. (Update: oh, they’re designed for letter-size paper. 8.75″x11″x4″, roughly. Not trivial, but I think I found something. We’ll find out in a few days.)
Update, later: Apparently tomorrow is Valentine’s day, which means we have two small boys’ classrooms full of cards to deal with. Mr. F went on a quest to find some, and everyone has already switched to Easter stuff. Argh! So we ended up printing some cute cards, hole-punching them, and sticking lollipops through the holes. Half-assed crafts projects save the day! I have been waiting my whole life to say that.