During naptime on Sunday, I convinced the second messiest person in our house (it’s hard to beat out a toddler for the #1 spot) to help me reorganize the storage shelving in the basement. It is 3 long and wide wooden shelves and everything is basically stacked like a jenga puzzle. One more ill-placed item and the whole thing was sure to come tumbling down (the boxes, not the shelving made by that handy husband of mine).
We unloaded every box, every random item that didn’t have a home, and every christmas decoration (and p.s. I found a box full of decor that I missed so much this year so I obtained my daily happiness quota by this discovery alone!). The basement was littered with boxes. Some were only half full which is when I decided “enough of this BS” and began opening, pitching and consolidating the contents of each box.
I knew my boxes from my childhood house had some trash-can worthy stuff, so I broke into “Laura’s Treasures” and the first thing I saw was my baby book. It was only filled out to month 6, (so yea, that’s 3rd babies for ya) but on month 4 my mom wrote an entry that makes me feel a deep connection with Aria. The doctor said I was too fat. Shall I begin a rendition of “she got it from her mama”?
A few of my favorites:
-Place of employment is the local mall & Contempo Casual (a former Kenwood store)
-Exact weight and height goals
-5 kids in 5 years…
-Soooo many Dawson’s Creek-related goals
Things that came to fruition:
-Graduated from Ursuline
-Fashion major at UK
-I have lots of nieces and nephews
-I’m married to a brown hair (okay, salt & pepper these days), nice body and cute faced man who finds this folder hilarious.
Miss Coleman, I’d love to know what you thought when reading 20+ folders filled with dreams of 13 year olds!
Also…the basement is still in shambles.