Sorted Out.

Every day this week I wrote "find shoes to give away" in my day planner, crossed it out, and wrote it in the next day's column. EVERY DAY. This might be indicative of a larger problem.

Anyway, week's moving along. B on the Hair cutting quiz. I'd much rather do a practical than a written at this point. I've stopped studying. After almost three semesters (more than a year) the theory's getting a little redundant. Hard to keep certain topics fresh. Hard to be focused and interested.

Kids are having a great week, I must say. They got pulled into the spring cleaning too. Shamus and I spent an afternoon filling a box with broken toys. That was followed by a trip to the Dollar Tree for colored bins. Those were the only items we went there for, but we left with some other, much sillier stuff in hand. Shamus and I share a love for brightly colored tiki things. Nothing says summer quite like it. The water bottle is Shamus'. What he really wanted was an enormous margarita glass. I thought this was more practical.

After all the Dollar Tree fun, we got to work. Theory being if we had more, much smaller bins the kids won't dump an entire one out just to get to a handful of Legos at the bottom. Shamus loves it. I was more skeptical about Chance's reaction when he came back from his dad's, but he was also impressed. (I didn't include him in the throwing away, because he seems to have inherited my thing with the shoes, only with ripped up comic books and headless action figures. It's just easier for me this way).

I figured I'd have a better idea of its success after a morning of heavy playing. WE HAD OUR FIRST EVER CLEAN-UP TIME WITHOUT A TANTRUM. EVER. Not exaggerating. It's like the STELLAAAAA scene from A Streetcar Named Desire over here every day when I announce lunch is almost ready and it's time to put some toys away. I'd love it if that didn't happen anymore.