Today it is gray and drizzly. So during said mommy time, I decided to tackle one of the most hideous spots in our house. Our closet. I felt a little niggling of guilt for "plugging my kid in" so I could escape upstairs......but then I remembered that she DID NOT NAP yesterday and instead yelled and took her diaper off (twice) and peed all over her bed....and poof! The guilt vanished. Fast.
Back to the closet: I am so bad about putting clothes away. I just kind of toss them in there and then can't ever find anything to wear. If I wear something for an hour or two (don't ask) and it isn't really clean enough to hang back up, but it isn't dirty enough to wash, I just toss it on a shelf. Then, it gets covered and smashed and wrinkled and disorganized. Plus, now I'm tired of looking at all the wool and fleece and needed to move in some maternity wear and summer stuff. So, I dumped everything out on the floor.
Then, Becca came up to visit (it isn't ever uninterrupted mommy time, afterall) and then she went to her room and did this.
Then, she took off downstairs with some of my shoes.
While cleaning, I found my favorite James Avery earring that had been missing for months. Score! I keep going in there just to look and sigh, "I can see the floor! I can find my clothes! I don't hear Snow White in the background. Hallelujah!"