Last year, when we moved from a one-story to a two-story house, I was worried about the stairs. Cause I’m lazy. That and I have pooper-knees. So I decided to get a cute basket to keep on the landing to throw things from downstairs that need to be put away upstairs. Smart, right? Well it would be for someone who fully intends on emptying it every couple days.
Mine tends to get filled with lots of shoes, pajamas and clothes. This happens because remember, I’m lazy? Apparently I’m raising lazy kids too because it’s just easier for me to get their clothes from upstairs and come downstairs to get everyone dressed. I also keep hairbrushes, hairspray, elastics and bows downstairs in my kitchen junk drawer for the same reason. Yes, I do my daughters’ hair at the breakfast bar. Don’t judge.
So because this basket fills up fast and doesn’t get emptied as often as it should, it’s now become known as “The Basket of Shame.” Don’t know where your flip flops are? Check the basket of shame! Haven’t seen your iPod in a week? Basket of shame!
Last week the basket of shame morphed into something truly disgraceful. It was a busy week and the basket went un-emptied and un-emptied until it became the unprecedented PILE OF SHAME! As always, I share in hopes that someone can relate and will be relieved in knowing it’s not just you! Please tell me it’s not just me!