I mean, I did buy new dressers for Jack and Quinn over the weekend. I’m actually pretty excited about them. We got them at a thrift store, and they are REAL furniture. They are not put-it-together-yourself dressers where the bottoms fall out of the drawers after three months.
Sure, they’re not the prettiest dressers on the block, but they make me so happy that when I went to take a nap on Monday afternoon, I slept in Jack’s bed so I could spend some time with the furniture.
This is what I’ve been reduced to, people.
In addition to reorganizing their clothes, I also cleaned their room, which is what I wrote about over at White Knuckle Parenting this week.
I’m so boring that I think it’s possible that I’m unconscious. But for now, I’m okay with that.