It Is I, Setting Such a Great Example

I spent a long time today in our entry. It's not my favorite place in the house. 

Grout? The devil invented it. 

I put dirty socks in the laundry room. I unpacked the carry-on that had been sitting there for a week. (Confession: I put Eliana's suitcase at the top of the stairs. It's not unpacked yet. But it's also not in the entry anymore...score?) I put shoes away. I vacuumed. I got rid of shipping boxes and garbage. I relocated small items that belong to the children and which had been congregating in this area collecting dust like professional dust-collectors. 

I want to do something. I want to get a big bin, and then I want to go through the house and pick up every single thing that is not in its proper place, stick it in the bin, put the lid on, and have this rule: Nothing can come out of the bin unless all of it gets put away. 

(It would need to be a pretty big bin, for sure.)

How is that for all or nothing? I'm good at what I'm good at, and no one can take that away from me.

And while I do feel very pleased regarding the entryway, the coffee table is another story entirely (or rather a novel...or a trilogy...or a multi-volume epic saga that has no real ending) (but just keeps going and going) (forever until the end of time). That (the coffee table, in case you forgot what I was talking about) (I may have, myself) is a project for another day. 

Tonight, I'm afraid, I will need to work on this masterpiece...

I really need to have the kids clean up their stuff, man. Just like I do! (See picture above. It only took me a month and a half!)