The Homeless Home Office: The During

Click here to see the before... and read about how I maintain a homeless home office

Okay. This was as bad as giving birth, yet it took me four hours.  I was in labor with Monkey for 30+ hours.

First, I finally weeded out the hot steaming mess in suitcase #1.  There was two Whole Foods shopping bags full of shredded paper, mostly in the name of junk mail, that I have avoided since before Christmas.

I read in an organizing book that we spend 8 months of our lives going thru junk mail.

Criminal, I tell you.

In suitcase #2, where my easy reach supplies live, a serene chorus of angels sings when you lift the lid.

{I do confess that I have an office supply problem.  There's far more in deep storage in the basement.}

So I purged and reorganized all of the chaos while Nana Magic worked her floortime antics with my kids.  This woman is so good with kids, that Moosey's former OTs did everything but a standing ovation when they saw her play with my boys...

Everyone needs a Nana Magic in their lives.  Because she's retired and swoops in often when the proverbial-excrement hits the fan.  She has a bond with Moose and Monkey that is mystical.  Although she lets them eat too much fruit and sneaks them gluten-dairy-and soy-free cookies when I am not looking.

After I organized medical bill hell, I even called some of our doctors, labs, collection agencies, and union reps medical bill insurance drama queens, because I felt so on top of my game, and could easily find the invoice number.

The icing on the hell frozen over?

I even scored a $300 refund, due to a double payment.

That is going toward this baby:

As soon as I hit 1,000 followers.  I hate bets with my husband.  

Crappy, iPhone photos, be gone.  The stupid camera app on my beloved crackphone has frozen, but instagram still works.  It's my only option right now.  So, get used to instagraming here at momnivore's dilemma.  Although instagram is pretty addicting.

So, in short, life is awesome.

The purging has extended elsewhere in my life.  Today, I finally threw out ALL my notes from high school.

Did I mention I'm 32?  I graduated high school when Clinton was in office.

I have a funny feeling I am never going back to teaching.

So, I packed my teaching wardrobe ala Banana Republic and Express circa 2005, and am prepared to sell $1000 worth of clothes for $20 at our local consignment shoppe tomorrow.

I digress.

The superficial Libra in me needs things pretty.  These plain white binders are making me itchy.

So, next step: gussy up my binders so I will feel guilty if they get trashed with the likes of junk mail again.

This blogging event is awesome.  I hope these girls do it again next month. I have so much I need to make possible...