Late Night Lunacy

Last night, I was really tired and decided I'd had enough TV and interwebs (I know, I was shocked too) and planned to go to bed. I took my glass to the kitchen and headed to the bathroom. Unfortunately for me, Mr. HH beat me to the bathroom while I went to the kitchen and I was stuck. He shaves at night before going to bed to save time in the morning, so I knew he was going to be in there for a while. Drat. I had to pee but in nearly 15 years of marriage have never, ever voluntarily gone to the bathroom in front of him. He has walked in on me a few times when I've forgotten to lock the door, but I usually shriek like a banshee and hurl things at him (usually rolls of toilet paper) until he leaves. IMO, you shouldn't pee in front of other people if you're over the age of 5 or under the age of 80 (though I'm willing to give the older people some leeway there), unless you're sick or in labor. I have a shy bladder. It's just another of my totally insane cute quirks. While I waited for him to become "silky smooth" (bonus points if you know what really bad, but also funny movie that's from), I decided to clean out the junk drawers in the kitchen. I've resolved to become more organized next year and figured I'd get a head start. Sounds good right?
We somehow have 2juk drawers in the kitchen. They're not big drawers, but man where they FULL! I don't know how it all fit. I'd been at it for about 10 minutes when Mr. HH came out and asked what I was doing and where did all of that stuff come from. I explained that it had all come from the junk drawers and he called me a liar, earning him a patented "crazy eyes" stare that made him back slowly out of the kitchen. It's a skill. I managed to toss, rearrange and relocate enough "junk" that it left me with a completely empty drawer! What to do? Move the spices down and lay them in said empty drawer and free up some much needed cabinet space! I. Am. A. Genius. <--True story. As I'm moving the spices down, I begin to ponder why I have certain spices. I'm relatively certain I've never used cardamon or fenugreek in my life. Where did they come from? I also wondered why I had so many of the same spice. Yes, when we PCS (military speak for move) the packers will pack up our spices to go to the next place, and I do have to pick up a few important spices to get us through until our household goods arrive, but I had 5 (five) bottles of lemon and pepper, 3 bottles of basil, 4 bottles of poultry seasoning and 3 HUGE containers of Old Bay seasoning. Why? None of those spices go together and I can't imagine a Lemon and Pepper emergency, so what was going on? Then it hit me. In my disorganization, I sometimes can't find something I need (even thought the spices are all in the same cabinet) and will run out to pick up a new container. With my spices laying flat in a drawer where I can see them all, rather than rummaging through the cabinet, where I can barely see, I'm hoping to avoid the whole multiple bottle of the same spice thing.

An hour later, my kitchen was in a shambles and I was exhausted, but my junk drawers had become drawer (singular) and my spices were purged and organized. Hurrah! I drug myself to bed, tired, but feeling a high from having accomplished something (despite knowing I would be waking to a crazy disaster in the rest of the kitchen) and then realized I'd never gone to the bathroom. Sigh.

Cleaning: FAIL

I've been slowly working my way through the house, room by room giving them a deep clean. It's horrible and torturous. Seriously. I hate to clean, so doing a thorough cleaning is one of my least favorite things to do in the world. I hate it more than wearing flat shoes. This past weekend I worked on Indy's room. I've been really slack on keeping it up lately and the dust bunnies had grown into dust elephants. I could have made another dog from all the dog hair I swept up. The toys were scattered hither and yon, crumbs were under the bed and the area rug was gruesome. It took me about 5 hours to clean this room top to bottom, go through his toys and organize the ones we were keeping (this was the bulk of the work). I was horrified. How could I let Indy live like that? Bad, bad, bad Mommy! He came in after I was done (I hid the bag of junky toys that were to be thrown away-where do they all come from? It's like they breed), and looked around. He said it looked a "jillion" times better and that he was sure he could find his toys easier. It made me feel good, but I had to give myself a big fat FAIL on upkeep. Now that it's clean though, I can keep on top of it a little easier. On the plus side, he loves to dust and vacuum, so I may just hand him some cleaning supplies and let him have it.