So my office, which usually looks something like this:
Now looks like this:
And that's the good side. Here's the view from the door:
What the fuck, right? You guys, how am I supposed to convince people that I can clean up their shit when my OFFICE looks like this? And to make matters worse, Gerard, the handsome contractor, hung the TV too high:
I know, I know, champagne problems and people are starving and polar bears don't have enough ice and here I am bitching that the TV in my office is hung wrong (about 3-4 inches too high, in case you were wondering). But I get to complain, too, right? But as much as I'd like to, I can't blame Gerard for the fucking disgusting mess. It seriously looks like the closet vomited all over the room. I need help. I am hoping that this post will shame me into cleaning it up so that I can post "after" photos. I guess we'll see. Wish me luck!!
XOXOXO
ABC
Oh, and P.S., Manty died. About two weeks ago. Andrew asked where he was, and I said that he wanted to go live outside with his other bug friends so I took him out to the yard. He looked me right in the eye, said "That's a lie," and never mentioned it again. I am definitely winning Mother-of-the-Year for 2011. William, on the other hand, has still not noticed Manty is gone, so there's that.
Now looks like this:
And that's the good side. Here's the view from the door:
What the fuck, right? You guys, how am I supposed to convince people that I can clean up their shit when my OFFICE looks like this? And to make matters worse, Gerard, the handsome contractor, hung the TV too high:
I know, I know, champagne problems and people are starving and polar bears don't have enough ice and here I am bitching that the TV in my office is hung wrong (about 3-4 inches too high, in case you were wondering). But I get to complain, too, right? But as much as I'd like to, I can't blame Gerard for the fucking disgusting mess. It seriously looks like the closet vomited all over the room. I need help. I am hoping that this post will shame me into cleaning it up so that I can post "after" photos. I guess we'll see. Wish me luck!!
XOXOXO
ABC
Oh, and P.S., Manty died. About two weeks ago. Andrew asked where he was, and I said that he wanted to go live outside with his other bug friends so I took him out to the yard. He looked me right in the eye, said "That's a lie," and never mentioned it again. I am definitely winning Mother-of-the-Year for 2011. William, on the other hand, has still not noticed Manty is gone, so there's that.