Lately I’ve gotten into watching home organization and cleaning videos on YouTube. I find them wildly inspiring, yet I remain strangely unproductive in the organizing and cleaning aspects of life. This probably stems from the fact that I am not by nature a highly organized person. I like tidy, I like neat, I like pretty, but I’ve come to terms people… I pretty much stink at maintaining. I lay blame 50% on my nature, 50% on the four rugrats I have running around these days. Anyway, I’ve heard you should never stop learning, striving, becoming… and so I continue to watch my videos in earnest.
My lady over at DoItOnADime says that the Dollar Tree is the greatest place ever to get organized. EVER. I believe her. Just this morning I organized (Did you just read that… I ORGANIZED. Jeff, that’s for you) the freezer using the two white plastic wash bins I got at a Dollar Tree a good 6 years ago. Worked PERFECT! Which means I’m now down two bins (I use those for soaking Obed’s endless stack of dirty shirts) and I have plans… PLANS! I tell you, for more organizing with white plastic wash bins, since I’ve had one success and all.
So after picking Ava up from school, I decided to stop at the Dollar Tree to pick up more bins. It’s conveniently located right on the way home from her school.
You guys, I now have four kids. FOUR KIDS!!!! I pretty much refuse to stop anywhere these days with four kids. But I’ve had a cold the last few days and I think my mind was feeling extra cloudy or something because I’m stopping at Dollar Tree.
We head inside.
Here is a visual. I’m hauling a car seat on one arm. Obed has one of those kid leash things with a monkey that’s supposed to be worn on the back, but he likes it on the front, so I’m pulling around a kid whose peering around a huge monkey strapped to his chest. Ava and Oakley are running ahead and I’m yelling at them to wait up. It’s like I don’t ever let them out or something. SHEESH.
We are inside the Dollar Tree.
Right at the front of the store are the helium balloons.
Oakley: CAN WE GET A BALLOON MOM??? PPLLEEEAAASSEEEEE????? I REALLY WANT A BALLOON!
Me: Oakley, why are you talking so loud??? Use your quiet voice. We are not getting a balloon today.
I’ve now deposited the car seat into a *tiny* cart. It doesn’t really fit, mostly just precariously balances on the edges. Lets just look for our bins. I start down an aisle only to have Obed protest and pull the other way.
Obed: Oooonn, oooonnnn. (read Balloon, Balloon)
Me: No balloon.
Obed drops like a rag onto the floor, full on wet noodle effect, monkey and all, kicking his legs once he’s down.
Obed: OOOOONNNNN!! OOOOOONNNNNNN!
Oh good heavens. THIS IS WHY I DON’T TAKE FOUR KIDS INTO STORES!
Somehow I manage to get Obed upright and headed down an aisle in search of the white bins.
“MOM! LOOK! PET STUFF! CAN WE GET A KITTEN???? WE’VE WANTED A KITTEN FOR LIKE FOREVER!”
“MOOOMMMM! CLOTHES HANGERS! WE NEED MORE CLOTHES HANGERS.”
“OOOO, MOM LOOK! WE NNEEEEDDD THIS!”
“Can you guys PLEASE use your quiet voices???!”
Someone has left some sort of flat cart in the first aisle we head down. This looks pretty much like a luggage cart, which Obed got a couple rides on while at a hotel recently. He is now trying to climb onto the cart.
“No Obed, we aren’t playing on this. Come on, let’s keep going.”
Dollar Tree is small, so you wouldn’t think it would take much time to find the bins but after several trips up and down the aisles and several, and I mean several, minutes… still no bins. I ask the ladies at the front.
“Oh I’m sorry, we’re all out of those bins. They should be back in stock next week.”
Now, you’d think that we’d just leave but I had, for some reason, told the kids they could pick out a treat. So to the toy aisle we head.
Oakley: MOM, CAN I GET THESE AIRPLANES? I LOVE AIRPLANES.
“Oakley, you do not need to talk so loud. Quiet voice!”
15 minutes later, we are still in the toy aisle. Who knew there were so many “great” finds at Dollar Tree, it’s so hard to pick just one! I feel like the cartoons where the character is hitting their head continually on a wall.
“Okay, one more minute to pick something and then it’s time to go.”
Everyone finds the perfect item, we make it to the front, and after some scuffling about how I’m not paying for every. single. item. individually, we finally leave the store.
41 minutes people. I was in Dollar Tree for 41 minutes. FOUR KIDS.
I was finishing up this blog, typing away in the office only to hear rustling in the refrigerator. I had earlier locked Obed out of the office because he kept messing with the keyboard and mouse while I was typing and that was DRIVING ME NUTS. Now I could only assume he was helping himself to something in the fridge.
This is what I find after coming out of the office:
Here’s what you’re looking at. Obed had decided to take everything off of the bottom two shelves. He was currently in the process of moving everything from the door onto the now empty lower shelves of the fridge.
I cannot make this stuff up people.