Goal Revisited

First off- I was having a rough night on my last post, but of course, all is well.

Solomon in deep, monotone foghorn voice:
"Awww Wilson Ignatius, I love you because you are so cute.  Did you know you are so cute?"
(I'm certain he does know.)  

So, initially, I thought I would complete goal #1 in one week and come up with some other need for improvement in my home and quickly move to perfection.  (I'm a realist-no.  Optimist?-no.  Living in a fantasy?  BINGO.)  So perfect laundry and closets in a week?  Not so.  So, let's pretend that I'm grading not on timeliness, but on completion.

Goal:  Get ALL the laundry clean, ironed, and put away.
And make my closet a bit more Martha Stewart . . . the organized part, she's not really my fashion icon.

IDEAL

BEFORE

REAL AFTER.
OCD clothing sort included.

Season 4 of AD made this much more fun.   Welcome back, old friend.  

Moses?  No.  Wilson.  Wrong basket.

And I get an A- (I'm a generous self-grader). I did wash, iron, and hang it *all*.
*Turns out, your family cannot remain naked while you do all the laundry.*
  

I still need to go through my son's closets for outgrown and out of season wear.

I also got rid of a heap of not-so-lovely and not-so-fitty clothes - Shawn too!

To donate to . . . somewhere.  Although, I might still want that red sequined scarf-belt.  

This blog start and goal was also a blogs-periment of sorts to see if this would be a help or hindrance to me as a mother, wife, and person in general.  I have been far more productive since I started it- and so it will go on.  Like my heart.

Peace out.

This post was brought to you by:  Dirty garage and obsession with my youngest child.  And Celine Dion.

Goal

IDEAL

I wish.  Except for all the drab tops and pants.  But it is super organized because I found it here:  http://www.marthastewartclosets.com.  I'm pretty sure she could make crap look neat and pretty.

REAL 

This is my closet. messy messy messy

Unfortunately, this is also my laundry.  Clean but not folded, dirty, un-ironed, unwashed, undried, and.....well, NOT ideal.  

 So my goal this week:  Get all the laundry clean, put away, and organized.
  
But first, Wilson's nails are so long they are actually dirty.  Why?  Because 2 weeks ago, I trimmed them, and clipped a bit of his thumb skin.  My always happy baby layered on the guilt for a full 20 minutes! and not even the always soothing mama-milk could comfort him.  Mother of the year, right here.  I think I apologized to him 300 million times....forgiveness was a long time coming.  

 So let us hope for no tears as I trim his nails carefully tonight.  I really don't feel like crying. 

 After, I will survive the laundry project with this margarita slush and some dated season of Project Runway I haven't seen on the computer.  And now you can understand why everything I wear is "so Season 3". . . . er. . . so . . . "store that sells clothing and food side by side".  I can't blame Project Runway.

At the end of this week, an honest follow up will hopefully bring my real that much closer to my ideal.