The Incident

I'm writing this post from an Open Office doc, because today our cable company is having “shortage problems in our area” and we've spent the entire day with no phone or internet. (We only have a land line. This was one of the rare times I wished I had a cell phone!)

Since both of our freelance jobs require internet service, we've pretty much spent the day hanging around, cleaning, and eating turkey green chili tacos. We also watched lots of TV and introduced the Squidling to Phantom of the Opera....she loved it!

So anyway, why is it that we always have to learn lessons the embarrassing or hard way to make them really stick? I've mentioned in past blog posts about how I like keeping my house organized and rearranging furniture and stuff like that, but there is something I didn't mention in my posts- the deep dark secret that was the inside of my bedroom closet. No, I mean it literally. The laundry/junk pile inside of it was both deep and dark, sitting behind the closet door that could only open a foot or so if you tried to open it.

You see, this nightmare of a laundry pile was so massive, so huge, that by the time I made my way through it and got to the bottom, there was a freaking BURP CLOTH IN THERE. I know, dude. My daughter is one and a half. I also found an infant sized onesie in there that pretty much blew my mind, since Lily could probably use it as a thigh high now.

Speaking of infants, I totally blame the Squidling for this clothing version of a rat king inside my closet. (If you don't know what a rat king is, you probably shouldn't Google it or you'll hate me forever. If you do know what a rat king is, you just got the perfect visualization of the inside of my closet.) The clothing pile started when we got home from the hospital with her, and soon built up enough to not only filled our massive hamper, but spill over it to form a giant ass dome about three feet deep.

We totally just adjusted our lives around this closet full of clothes, and soon other random junk like Halloween costumes and comic books and an old trunk filled with old X-Men action figurines somehow made their way in. Like I said, you couldn't even open the door. It's like the closet became this thing that I could hide/stuff anything in if someone was coming over last minute and I needed to pick up. Of course, once it entered the closet, it was as good as gone, unless it was on the very top.

It was working out for us okay, I guess. Until....the incident.

The incident. The one that finally forced Edmund and I to go through this closet and face the nightmare. There have been workers digging trenches outside of our condo for the last week or so. They were doing something with the water, and the other day a worker unexpectedly knocked on our door and asked if he could come in and look in the crawlspace under our house for a pipe or something.

The crawlspace door is on the floor of my closet. So basically, Eddie had to force the closet door open enough to step inside, and pull ALL of the stuff out into our bedroom so the guy could take a look at whatever he needed to. Obviously, I hid in the bathroom the entire time he was in here.

So...yeah. After (seriously, at LEAST) ten loads of laundry, the closet looks like this, and it's been kind of incredible. I've been complaining about not having a lot of clothes, but that's because I was wearing the same five things for the whole year! I feel like I've gone on a shopping spree, haha.




I also found this awesome canopy and hung it in the living room over the Squidling's play area:

What's the moral of the story? I have no idea, man. Clean your closet, I guess, because you never know when a random worker is gonna come take a look inside of it. Or something like that.

HELP ME YOU GUYS, THIS IS WHAT BECOMES OF ME WHEN THERE IS NO INTERNET. I write about freaking closets.