Introduce Exhibit A: My throw-in room. Or maybe it's just a throw-up room. Whatever.
It's been getting from bad to worse for
Plus all the great 'finds' at used curriculum sales, shoe boxes saved for the next impromptu history diorama, stacks of paper in every imaginable color, drawers of yarn saved for the craft projects that go along with all the fun stuff and you see my problem. So many great resources, and a room that I can't even walk into anymore.
Every time I walk past the
I'm good at ignoring whines. I have two little girls. Enough said.
So, today, my jury servitude finished. Yay! But the girls bailed on me about 20 minutes after I left the house (Daddy, can we go to grandma's house?), so I returned to no kids and the screaming room.
Today, I will conquer it. I feel the energy. I (along with my 11 jury members) heard the evidence, weighed it and rendered a verdict. How hard can sorting through my (never-used) scrapbooking supplies be compared to that?
Will keep you posted. Although the jury's still out on this one.