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Okay, so you’re proud of me, right?

Of course you are.  I mean, what’s NOT to be proud of?  (I’m proud of me. So LIE, people.)

I realized that part of the reason I can’t get anything done in the evening is because, well, I’m tired. And Joshua won’t let me.  He wants to sit in my lap and watch Yo Gabba Gabba or read books and I want to indulge him in that.  I don’t want to spend the only time of the day I have with him while he’s awake cleaning all visible surfaces of my house. (Though, when I’m home with him in the summer, I don’t want to spend his awake time cleaning either, and I want to spend his not-awake time being not awake, too, so…yeah.)

I know that what I do is tolerate the mess and then the mess builds and before I know it, I’m drowning.

This is what I did tonight after Joshua went to bed, while Dan took over dinner duty.

I cleaned out CRAP from the drawer.  
I put my makeup in the drawer. (And that drawer is deceptively shallow, just so you know.  Thank you, Swedish Ikea people.)  
I took the miscellaneous pill and vitamin bottles off the counter and have now stored them in a more suitable location than scattered about. 
All of my miscellaneous hair accoutrement are now residing the pink bag and cans/bottles/magic hair potions that are lesser used but still vital to my hair powers into the second drawer. I will attempt to keep them there and keep little toddler fingers out of the drawer. This will prove difficult.  
There’s another bag hiding in there that contains–wait for it–EIGHT PACKS of dental floss.  Umm, excuse me, what? I do not floss that often. (E–don’t tell your mom.)
I Lysol wiped down every surface in that section of the bathroom.  I even scrubbed the toothbrush holder.
This is my result:

Ask me in a week if the counter and sinks still look this way.

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