December 15, 2010


Well, I finished all those Chapsticks. It was a boring, repetitive job but one that required some attention so the labels would go on correctly. So instead of working in front of the t.v., I worked in front of the computer and listened to a podcast. (God bless podcasts – I love living in a time when the t.v. and radio shows that I like are instantly accessible.)

After it was over I looked up from my messy spot and finally admitted that the chaos in the kitchen was overwhelming. It was time to clean up, and not just my normal ‘swish & swipe and neaten up the piles’, but perhaps actually deal with the piles.

(There is no ‘before’ photo. I didn’t realize in time that this would be my post.)

So – many, many papers put into the recycling bin. Many dishes loaded into the dishwasher. Many, many sticky/cruddy spots wiped up. But best of all – the boxes and bottles of medicines and cough drops all over the counters? Contained!

Lozenges and syrups and pills  - oh my!

The various electronic devices and writing utensils? Contained! (I am using one of the cameras.)

What is wrong with the color in this photo? I stink as a photographer.

The cables all over the place?

Like a media medusa.

Kind of contained!

Better than it was. That's all that matters.

It’s one of those old-fashioned matchbox holders. I bought it long ago for some dumb purpose, but this kind of works. I say ‘kind of’ because the edges are pretty sharp and I’m hoping I don’t cut through the cable covers.

Whatever. Contained. At least until I come home from work tomorrow and start the mess all over gain.

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Lauren Sommerer is a preschool teacher who likes to build prototypes, grow cats, cook things once, save money, reduce, reuse and recycle.

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2 Responses to “Contained!”

  1. Brad Said on:

    Now show us pictures of all those containers with your smushable new winter coat inside of them.


  2. Peggy Said on:

    As I’ve said before, I like the way you think!!

    (I had some Christmas presents on my living room floor for my married son, next to my couch. He popped in, so I quickly threw a blanket over them. And I told him not to look under the blanket & why. Well, now when I need to get something put away quick, it goes under the blanket. My son’s going to be quite disappointed because the bulge under the blanket keeps growing…but he doesn’t know that it’s just my new way of housecleaning)


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