Yesterday, I asked Jill to take Noah out for at least 2 hours (she gave me 3) so that I could work on cleaning our room and closet, which had gotten a little clogged with unused items. Like clothing that is never going to fit again.
I anticipated finishing the job while Noah napped. So naturally, he didn’t nap. The good thing is that not napping, he fell asleep around 7:30 pm, giving me time to race to the Container Store for expensive but nearly indestructible shelves for my other forthcoming house project, The Garage.

Jill carved out enough space for her new car, but at the moment, that means that the other half of our garage is occupied by (mostly) uncertain-looking stacks of boxes, bins, and stuff.

I am literally unsure where to set up the first shelf, which will be key to the reverse-tetris-like project of organizing these things.

Phase 2, incidentally, is going to involve a lot of eBay, Craigslist, and freecycle. But first we need to figure out what all crap we have, and get it onto shelves instead of in piles.

But! Clearly I cannot be building shelves or organizing toxic chemicals and random sharp objects in the garage with Noah’s adorable and enthusiastic help.

So what to do?