What I learned from my Ma…

Guilt, when used in non-lethal doses, can be a huge motivator. Husband’s worms scare the bejesus out of wife…she uses quivering lip and just enough guilt to make this happen:

Can you hear the "Sanford & Son" theme music?

This is just the stuff we pulled out of the center of the garage.  Then we pulled everything away from the back wall:

Left side

Right side.

What’s in the boxes? Crap we can’t live without. We haven’t opened the boxes once in the 2 years we’ve been here, but we definitely can’t live without it. Sometimes I get curious and think, “I wonder what’s in this box?” Then I get really tired and go back into the house.

I’m waiting for the show “Hoarders” to show up. I’ve called them several times.

Shelves were purchased and assembled.

2 of the 5 units that line the back wall. Nate testing the weight limit.

I woke up this morning thinking I had had “The Dream”. The dream that the garage is organized and I pull my car in and out of it all day long…just because I can. Then I realized that it wasn’t a dream. It was my dream coming to fruition.  1/3 of the project is complete. Shelves line the back wall of the garage and bins of {?} are neatly placed in their new home.

As I was sitting in a lawn chair, staring at the new shelves, I asked Mark:

“Why did this take us 2 years to do?”

“Because I wanted to do a pimped-out custom garage but we don’t have the money for that right now.”

“Nothing wrong with this quick fix until we do have the cash, right?”

“I dunno…seems wasteful to buy temporary shelves.”

“Mark, if we had gotten them when we moved here we would have been using them for 2 years already!”

“Still seems wasteful to me.”

{sigh}”I’m glad your worms got loose in the fridge.”

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