There are times I get a burr up my butt and decide that This is the day I will get organized, and (cue horn salute) today was (kinda) one of those days. Ok, only in one small section of the house, but really that's a step up for me.
We decided to come home after dropping Elizabeth off at preschool, instead of going to the Y or the store, which I had previously planned. It was raining cats and dogs and there was a cold wind blowing and it just sounded a whole lot better to come home and watch Sesame Street and drink another cup of coffee. I'll let you just guess which sounded best to whom...
So after making a batch of muffins and lunch and putting Mr. crabby pants down for a nap, I decided to tackle two of my biggest issues in the kitchen: my leftover containers and my pantry.
Now, don't get me wrong, I have spent plenty of time getting these two places organized. However, there are three small people, WHO WILL REMAIN NAMELESS, that don't quite care for my system.
Here they are, making mama work to get to the stove. This was while I was making dinner. Now, the leftover containers were previously in that white cabinet behind Caleb.
Sine he has been able to walk, Caleb has been fascinated with the pantry. It seems like every week, I have to move the heavier things up higher so he doesn't pull a can of beans down on his toe. This has resulted in a ticking time bomb food avalanche just waiting to happen.
Did I take before pictures? Oh, you know me better than that. That would take previous thought and planning...two things I have not done since having these little creatures. But I don't think the end results are too shabby.
Ok, here's the finished pantry with the heavier things up higher and the fun-shaky-but-can't-get-into things on the bottom. We're going to have to repaint the cabinets...I'll save that sob story for another day...but the inside of this will be done and I bought some chalkboard contact paper to put on the inside of this door too.
This single move is going to piss my son off to no end. He LOVES scattering leftover containers to all ends of the earth. But I HATE picking them up and finding dog hair and slobber and who knows what else inside them. So up they go.
He won't be left empty handed though...look at all those fun things down there to
Has anyone ever started to empty the flour into the canister, only to discover that there's too much in the bag but you already tipped it over so you just leave it there until you figure out what else to do?
Yeah, me neither...
I think it's a sign I need to make cookies... :)