Lately it has become even more challenging to find things in this house. At first I thought it was me. I thought, Maybe I just have too many things going on (duh) and my organizational skills are finally cracking.
I mean, I could not find our house phone for a full day - even though I could hear it ringing. Admittedly, since I started selling for some friends on eBay, my dining room has gotten to be filled with rubbermaid containers full of clothes, shipping supplies and computer equipment. So there is a bit of a mess going on. But to be unable to find the PHONE? Even when it was ringing?? That's bad.
Right when I was starting to feel the need to call Hoarders I found this little pile of junk. In a wagon. Being pulled by my daughter.
Yes, you are seeing correctly. Pieces of chocolate, some bread, a hairbrush, a calculator and who knows what else. Being dragged through the house. Ewwww.
I think I have a mini hoarder on my hands.
Oh, and I finally found the phone. It was in a box, inside ANOTHER box, and that box was full of toys, games, blocks and dolls. I hate to think what this girl's room is going to look like when she is a teenager.
