This weekend Was spent rummaging through various household storage locations, hunting for the elusive school jackets. The middle child already had his, I found that one first, scrunched up in the bottom of his wardrobe underneath a large Star Wars bag that contained his long discarded wrestler collection.
After displaying his delight over the discovery of his long discarded wrestling collection with a squeal of;
"I have been looking for these!! I LOVE THESE!!"
Which is child for;
'Man, I forgot I had these, because I have way too much stuff, but I haven't seen them for a while, I will now proceed to spread them from asshole to breakfast'
I found myself still searching for the old school jacket. The one the middle child wore in kindergarten, so that I could up-cycle it and use it for the newest kindergartener, because up-cycling is so fucking hot right now, and it will save me fifty bucks and eighty minutes I will never get back standing in the uniform ordering line.
Now, I am usually pretty organised with seasonal clothing, meaning that I hoard things in giant garbage bags and stack them into various cupboards like Tetris, but there is 4 years between the middle and the youngest child, so I was now searching through four years worth of linen cupboard hoarding.
Various system hooks, an Ikea light bulb that fits a lamp the cat broke two years ago, and vacuum cleaner pieces in a better homes and gardens show bag from the 2006 Easter show anyone?
I cursed myself for not labelling the bags, because I ALWAYS assume that I will remember that the purple garbage bag at the very back is spring storage from 2010, only I NEVER do, and now my hall and half the lounge room was littered with garbage bags that I had ripped a gaping hole in the side of to have a quick assessment of their innards, because untying the top? Ain't no one got time fo dat.
I had reached the part of any great household task, in which I was very sorry I had started. There was crap everywhere, my eyes were itchy from back of the linen cupboard dust and I wanted a coffee and to lay on the lounge watching Breaking Amish LA, eating shortbread.
There was only one thing for it.
I would just have to go and buy a better organising system. Those clear plastic bags that you suck all the air out of, as well as some baskets or some shit.
So off I went, and two hours and $110 bucks later, I returned to begin my massive organisation re-organisation, you know.. So that I could save $50 and eighty minutes standing in the uniform order line.
I found the jacket by the way.