fun. crazy. life.

First, let us all give a shout out, no round of applause, no STANDING OVATION to my boy Colin. Who slept SIX hours last night!! IN A ROW!!!!

Mama feels like a new woman!
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So today I spent almost all day cleaning my closet. Yes, it was that cluttered.
And by “cluttered” I mean “complete and total disaster.”
I could no longer walk in to my walk-in closet. I had all of my spring and summer and fall clothes that I wore last year. Then I had all of my maternity clothes. Then I had the non-maternity winter clothes that I have been pulling out of the storage containers as the maternity clothes are too big, but the remaining summer/fall clothes are too small. 
So, now the winher and maternity clothes are packed away, the cute spring clothes are ready to be worn, the pants-I-cannot-quite-zip-up-yet-but-I’m-hopeful are hanging neatly and the shoes are straightened. As a bonus, while cleaning my closet I found:
* a basketball (Since we all know how sporty I am. Ahem.)
* oven mitts (???)
* hot pink platform flip flops (score!)
* approximately eleventy-jillion coat hangers
* a roll of Christmas wrapping paper with cute little snowmen (quite smushed and wrinkled)
* a black 11×13 picture frame with a white 8×10 mat (Nice!)
* the baby blanket I began knitting when pregnant with Ellie (Who is now FIVE) (By “began” I mean it is still about 5 inches long)
* a Toys R Us gift card that I thought I lost (good thing, since it has like $80 on it!)

Maybe I should clean under my bed…. Who knows what I’ll find under there!

At least there wasn’t much blood this time. Husband likes to take his life insurance policy out for a spin every week.
He usually comes home looking like this. He’ll knock on the slider door and wave, grinning, very proud of his rugged manly muddiness.
Then I open the slider and hear the dramatic story of how he fought the gigantic rock that leaped into the bike path and attacked him, flipping him over the handle bars and into the mud puddle.
Then I say something like, “Don’t even THINK of coming in the house like that. Go in the mud room, strip and put everything DIRECTLY into the washing machine.”
Then he usually makes some sort of snarky comment involving a raised eyebrow because I used the word “strip.”
Then I return with a raised eyebrow and equally snarky comment like “Whatever. Try not to touch anything on your way to the shower. Thanks for not killing yourself.” 
And so another biking season begins.