Still cat sitting.

Cat sitting. Cat sitting. Cat sitting.

I’d have more photos of all the cat sitting we’re doing but I’m sort of doing something else too that has completely captured my attention. So much so that I have no interest in my freelance work (this is a shocker since I love my freelance work), I have no interest in emailing, I have no interest in blogging (except when I’m supposed to be sleeping and can’t because I drank too much coffee)…I even have no interest in all the paintings I was supposed to be doing this week. I brought all my stuff and it’s sitting on the kitchen table waiting for me.

So what am I doing that is so much more fun than all my other interests? I’m unpacking boxes.

I’m on a mission to unpack Bethany’s entire house and put everything away in such brilliant places that she doesn’t mind that I am totally crossing the line and snooping through her personal stuff. I know this is so taboo and weird but she gave me permission! Ask her yourself. She hates unpacking and for her this is a favor. I think it’s the funnest thing ever.

I’m a nut. I know. I actually love organizing stuff for other people. I get a rush from it. It’s like playing Tetris. If I can fit everything in the perfect place then I’ve won. A place for everything and everything in it’s place. It’s my mantra. If I weren’t so busy being a mom, I would go into business doing this. I love it! I really do. And yes, I’ll come unpack your house for you too if you live in my town and you buy me a latte and you’re not scary or perverted.

So anyway, that’s what I’m doing. No photos of the house until the job is complete.

Over and out.