Upon returning home from school each day, my kiddos were dumping backpacks, lunch boxes, instruments and shoes smack dab in the middle of our front entryway.
This might not bother some cooler, more "chill" moms. I am sooo not that mom. I would love to be ... but I'm not.
If I have to risk life and limb getting in and out of the front door, I may snap, lose it, go whackadoodle.
We all know the truth behind "Mama ain't happy, Ain't nobody happy."
My dream mudroom.
I decided that I would reroute our entry routine to the backdoor. There isn't a "mudroom" per say. There is a small entry with just enough space for a bench.
I am willing to put up with the heap of
When my father arrived for a visit and some R & R, he was
Top Priority went to the "Dump Your Junk" entryway. For the sake of my mental health. For the love of all things holy. Please, Daddy- MAKE.IT.STOP.
When my pops does a project, there will be a lot of swearing and heavy sighing and head shaking and mumbling like the father in A Christmas Story. (Remember "you're killing the #@$%-ing hostas!"?)
Being a strong believer in avoidance and denial, I left for work and delivered the small people to school.
Here is the scoop in pictures, which spares you the profanity.
Step one- My pops cut some leftover crown molding to fit my small space.
Step two- He attached my IKEA hooks.
|I wound up removing the ribbons on the picture frames- too fussy for me.|
|I added a "stuff" container underneath for each kiddo.|
|A silly picture for each kiddo.|
|Room for Mommy's hat.|
|24 hours later, reality hit.|
Stay tuned for "HouseTalkN's Top Entryways"- coming this week.
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