But let's agree on one thing: Most of the time I am a pretty organized person. I think it's important that everything have a place where it at least should go. In theory, you know.
Remember the cocktail napkins?
And check out my our craft supplies:
But the wheels came off the cart this afternoon while I was putting away the Christmas decorations. (We like to enjoy them. A lot. Which usually takes us well through January. OK, the truth: As long as we're getting in some skiing, we don't give a rip what our house looks like.)
The problem is that these items escaped my net:
Sophie calls this her "Jesus set," a gift from my mom. (We're devoted atheists but are down with most of the teachings of Jesus and don't mind exposing Sophie to the Christmas story in the historical sense.)
And remember these little devils, which graced my Thanksgiving table?
After an entire day of house cleaning (thank you, Dr. King), lacked the energy to open one of the boxes I had strategically fit back into the closet. This is going to have to do until next year.
Do you think Jesus would mind? I mean, he was born in a stable with animals. Or so they say.