Master organizer

Decided this morning would be perfect for tackling our pantry situation. You know how it is - everything shoved wherever it fits, no system, constant avalanche of pasta boxes every time you open the door.

Master organizer

Thirty minutes later I’m sitting in the middle of what looks like a grocery store explosion wondering how we accumulated three jars of pickles and why they were stored behind the cereal. Jake walks into the kitchen, takes one look at the scene, and just starts laughing. Not even trying to hide it.

This is going well.

Turns out there’s a reason people don’t reorganize everything at once. Who knew? Currently typing this while Jake puts everything back because apparently I “made it worse” and “created a safety hazard.” He’s not wrong but his smugness is noted.