You do what you love…

My house is a complete disaster and I’m decorating boxes. Well, I was decorating boxes. Now I’m blogging about my decorated boxes. But my point is, you do what you love. Everybody always asks me how do what I do and that’s my answer. I do what I love. I make time for the things I want to make time for. The rest goes down the toilet.

I’m terrible at cleaning my bathroom. I have some emails in my inbox that have been there for months. I haven’t changed the sheets on my bed in I don’t know how long. The cat box needs changing. There is a collection of hair on my bathroom floor that needs sweeping up. I’m in the middle of trying to hire a babysitter and my file is so unorganized I’m never going to find anybody. I need to go the dry cleaners to get about half a year’s worth of clothes cleaned…Everywhere I look there are things I need to do. It could drive a person crazy.

Or… you can just lower your standards and color boxes. Because if I didn’t color the boxes and I cleaned the bathroom instead, then the boxes would never get sent and the nieces would never get their presents and their mom’s would never get the decorated boxes and say, “Wow, we really love our Aunt Brenda because she takes the time to do the little things…” or something like that. Maybe they’re really thinking, “Brenda, she’s such a show off. Why does she have to draw on everything?.” I don’t know what they think. But I personally would like a box with pictures on it so that’s what I’m going to do. It makes me happy.

And I’m going to take pictures of them and document them on my blog because I have nothing else of news going on today. The baby and I are still living in the land of snot but the fever is gone and we both are feeling much better. Also I’m documenting every little silly creative thing I do because that’s what you come here for, right? I may not be witty or cuss a lot but I do have pictures of silly drawings!

This wasn’t supposed to be an ad for Sharpie… sorry about that. I do love Sharpies, but they aren’t paying me to post pictures of their pens. The pens just happened to be photogenic, I thought.

the forbidden basket

The forbidden basket is just a little basket sitting on a tv tray beside my “nursing chair”. By looking at it, you’d never know it held so much importance and mystery in the baby’s room. It started out as just a place to stash the large collection of pacifiers, cloth diapers (for wiping clogged tear duct eye goop), baby fingernail clippers and what-not… but it has turned into soooo much more.

Why? Because it’s the basket that the baby is not allowed to touch. Except for important times, like when I need to make a phone call or finish up a blog post or speed read through 27 babysitter applicant emails. Then the forbidden basket becomes prime time optimum baby entertainment. She loves the forbidden basket. She could sort through the fifty-some pacifiers, testing each one out over and over, for hours! And then there’s mommy’s lotion (with the cap screwed on securely of course) and combs and baby brushes…all kinds of great things to put in your mouth–so much fun!

This basket saves me. Every once in a while I have to throw in a new forbidden object (like a mini stapler {the horror!!!} or a roll of scotch tape or a dead remote…) just to keep it interesting. I always keep one eyeball glued on her though because the beauty of the forbidden objects is that they are forbidden and slightly dangerous. Who wants to play with toys that are soft and boring when you can play with sharp things!

So, yes, this is a post about a basket of junk. What can I say? It holds that much importance in our daily lives.

Everybody should have one.