That second trimester energy I’ve been hearing about and thinking was a crock of crap to make me feel bad about my pregnant-slothness? It’s here! One week before my third trimester starts. Way to go, bod.
Today, I am tackling one of the many banes of my existence: the pantry. It is huge, but it is stupid. And it manages to hold an old-timey general store’s amount of food, while somehow holding nothing to eat. I have three Season Alls up in this mess because I can’t find anything in it. And when I do rearrange stuff and use my precious time to make it nice, stuff falls through the spaces in the wire shelves and it’s a hell hole in two days. I hate it so much. All of the much.
The pantry has also never been painted, so it looks sad and shitty on the inside, no matter what. And I picked a hot and humid-ass day to open the windows and paint this S.O.B. because I am an idiot. I am a hot, sweaty idiot in gym shorts and a sports bra. I am a hot, sweaty idiot in gym shorts and a sports bra who had to ask my sister for help because I couldn’t get the sports bra on all by myself. I will add “sports bra” to the list of clothing I can no longer dress myself in without getting trapped.
Now, without further ado, here is the clusterfudge I am embarking on.
I will see you all in hopefully two days, with a pretty sparkle pantry that has places for shit and shit in its place. With labels and junk. And a post about how you, too, can be a hot, sweaty idiot in gym shorts and a sports bra, making your organization board on Pinterest’s dreams come true.
So I embarked on the project from hell/land of longest things. I’ve been ordering crap off the internet and running out to the store in an effort to finish this beesh. This newfound energy does not come with less needed breaks. And I was laughably unprepared for putting anything back into the pantry after I took it all out. There is zero table/countertop space in the kitchen, and significantly less floor right now. So the soonest I’ll be posting the finished product will be sometime next week. Drink beers for me and light a candle or something. Hugs and kisses and sweat.