As many of you know, I am currently 82 months pregnant with my third child. Thusly, the Big Girls (as they are suddenly/weirdly being referred to) are going to share a room.
This means they need to share a closet.
And being as this is still the fixer-uppiest home on the northwest side of Chicago, I have yet to fix up Nora's closet. We've been way too busy with things like exploding sewers and rats in the kitchen. (Come visit!)
I mean, we definitely [immediately] re-painted her closet and room from its garish hot pink, black, and obscene graffiti combo to its current Sunshine Yellow and white...but that's about it.
Here's what it looked like a few days ago:
|Sure is a poor use of space!|
WE'LL SEE ABOUT THAT, I said to myself. And to P.J. And to the girls.
So I stripped everything out of the closet and got to work. (Because P.J.'s agreement to "take care of it" sounded way too vague and in the future.)
|Not a bad space, size-wise. But good Lord, is it scufftacular.|
|Yes, I'm aware that I make the weirdest faces in the whole world.|
|Why yes, I should have painted. But I'm pregnant. And lazy.|
|Pro tip: "Leveling" means nothing if the "house" and "floor" aren't "level."|
|Why yes, they are better dressed than I am.|
And obviously they're gonna keep this space immaculate.
Because I've just put everything within arm's reach.