Count on hold

My Husband is leaving me.

Psyche!

Nah, he's just leaving for a few days. He gets to go to Vegas and have fun and do professional things and I'm stuck with the kids. So. The daily count of his persistant piles of crap will be put on hold until his return.

It's just not fair to post when he's not here to actually do something to clean up the mess, you know?

~Sleeping Mommy

Day 13

How the VIGIL began.

~Sleeping Mommy

Day 12

How the VIGIL began.

~Sleeping Mommy

Day 10 and 11

I failed to get pictures taken last night, however it remained just as it was on Day 9. I'm sure you will take my word for that, right? We were out of town at my mother's celebrating my youngest child's 3rd birthday. After we got back and put the kids to bed (an ordeal in itself) I just didn't have the time or energy to remember to post.

However, when I got up this morning (it was my day to sleep in!) I found there has been SOME progress made.










How the VIGIL began.

~Sleeping Mommy

Day 9

How the VIGIL began.

~Sleeping Mommy

Day 8

How the VIGIL began.

~Sleeping Mommy

Day 7

How the VIGIL began.

~Sleeping Mommy

Day 6

How the VIGIL began.

~Sleeping Mommy

Day 5--12 hours late

If you visited within the last 24 hours you probably found the site gone all wonky. Sorry for the layout glitch. I was trying something and pasted some code into the wrong place and then forgot to remove it before closing down. Then time got away from me and I never could get back to post last night's pictures. That's what I get for spending time with the Husband instead of nagging him (via this blog) about his crap.

So without further ado, Day 5 (yesterday) 12 hours late.





How the VIGIL began.

~Sleeping Mommy

Day 4

How the VIGIL began.

~Sleeping Mommy

Day 3--sans my husband telling me "Eff you"

How THIS vigil began.

~Sleeping Mommy

Day 2, the Husband weighs in on the pictures

How THIS vigil began.

~Sleeping Mommy

Day 1

Today I'm beginning a vigil to clear my kitchen counter tops of my husband's crap. I've had this blog for a very long time and only used it sporadically. It has merely been a log of my frustrations with my husband's clutter and stacks when I feel them boiling up. But no more.

Keep in mind that most of this has been stacking up over a period of months with my asking nicely every week or so that he PLEASE sort through the junk and put it all away. "Nice" never gets me anywhere.

Starting today I will post pictures every day of his crap for as long as there are pictures to post. At this point I do not plan on posting anything other than pictures and a tally of the days running in the title. But we will see how long I can hold my silence, won't we?







~Sleeping Mommy

Almost there...

I really wish I had a photo of the Garage before. It was BAD.

Here it is now. This is about three weeks after the initial cleaning and organization. Most days the kids can play in here and on the driveway with their bikes, etc.



Now if only I could get the man to clean off this counter in the kitchen. It's almost all his stuff. Stuff he needs to sort through and throw away or file or pay.



My only consolation is that it's not all of the cabinets and when you walk in the door from the garage it isn't the first thing you see.



You can see it from the living room doorway though. See? This was taken yesterday.



So that's a problem. I'll be gone all day tomorrow. It would be a great time for Snoring Daddy to take care of this, wouldn't it?

Hey, a girl can dream can't she?

~Sleeping Mommy

Did you all know?

It's the great mofo delurk day? See, there's a button and everything.



It's as good a day as any to update. I have no pictures to post at the moment. The past several months have been busy but the new house is finally moved into and unpacked. I even got my husband to help me clean up the garage of all his crap a couple of weekends ago! I missed a great posting opportunity. I should have taken a picture so everyone could appreciate the improvement. We can actually park a car in our two car garage now. Notice I said A car. Not cars. We have quite a bit still stored in the garage. There's almost room for a second car but the christmas tree box is huge, dude, and we refuse to haul it and the rest of the Christmas decorations upstairs to the attic.

We finally got a dog fence built and installed an electric fence around the perimeter last weekend courtesy of the wonderful Sherry of If it's not one thing it's your mother, one of our contributors here at My Husband's Crap. Her dog is now "too fat to get under the fence" at her house and when she heard all our troubles keeping our dogs inside of our's she volunteered their electric fence. Bless her. It's working so far! Thank you thank you thank you!

Right now I'm praying for a cold snap to stop the growth of the grass. I had to mow our lawn the week before last using a push lawn mower. It took me five hours over the course of three days that week to get everything mowed. I don't want to have to do that again this year. But if it keeps growing I probably will because I doubt my husband is going to get the shredded tires replaced on the 1979 John Deere lawn tractor--which would probably shorten the length of time it takes to mow the lawn by half of what it took with the push mower. But we need money for that and we just don't have it to spare right now. So push lawn mower it will be. Again--barring a good old fashioned deep freeze real soon.

Well, as Al Roker would say, That's what's happenin' in our neck of the woods. I'll try to get some pictures the next time I'm irritated with the clutter and mess around here. But these days, I have to admit, that's not so much my husband's crap as my kids' being pigs. So I'd better post that over at My Kids are Pigs instead.

~Sleeping Mommy