The Happyish Homestead

Friday, March 20, 2015

Big And Beautiful

In Eugene, there is this salvage place called Bring.

And Bryce and I go every chance we can while we’re up visiting family.

{Thanks to my in-laws for watching the kids so we can go.}

Where inevitably I purchase something that we don’t need

and that I can’t fit in the car on the way home

and my very generous father-in-law brings down when he’s headed our direction.

Like these drawers.

But guys, they’re green and grey.

And metal.

And enormous.

And they slide in and out like butter.


And they make me happy every time I see them sitting in the sunroom.

Where they are currently.

Because I have no idea where I’m going to put it.

If our laundry room was bigger I could use it to sort dirty laundry.

And if our kitchen was bigger I could put dishes in there.

And if we had quadruplets I could make some bedding and put the babies in there to sleep.

Bryce thought we should put them in the basement for storage, but I’m not quite prepared to banish them to a place where the sun doesn’t shine.


So, for now, I’m going to have Bryce move them outside so I can give them a good scrubbing and get off that stuff that looks a  lot like dried blood….which I’m really hoping is not.


Hope you had a good week.

And that your three your old napped more than once.

And that your five year old didn’t ask you to bend over at 9 months pregnant to pick something up because she just couldn’t with a cramp and all.  {I refused, just so you know.}

And that your 18 month old that manages to cry about everything napped more than one hour a day and spared you the necessity of putting all portable stools away to keep him and yourself and your house and your microwave safe.

And that your seven and nine year olds didn’t bicker about playing the piano and not playing the piano, and looking at the back of the cereal box, and who lost the brush, and whose turn it was to pick the show, and what animal everyone got to be in this really confusing game they play on the trampoline.

I don’t want to sound ‘poor me’, but it’s been a really.long.week.

Here’s to a better weekend,


1 comment:

  1. If you want/need some alone Katie time next week, give me a call and I can come and watch the herd for awhile. :) Want you to know there is backup once in ya


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