I'm really bad at this adulting stuff. Like, really bad. 

I figure it's my 32nd year on this planet, and I really need to get my shit together before it's too late and people start rolling their eyes when my name is mentioned in conversations. (it wouldn't surprise me if they already did that, but whatever.)

So, I've been slowly getting things done. I have a linen cupboard that Martha Stewart herself would get wet in the panties for. I have even learnt how to fold a fitted sheet bitches. Me. Folding a fitted sheet. Now, granted, it's a pain in the ass and every single time I'm tempted to bundle that fucker up and shove it into the back of the cupboard, BUT I'm a smart lady and purchased one of those Ikea Hemnes cabinets with the glass doors, so I don't have that choice. Everything has to be folded nicely, or it will look shit and honestly, my obsessive need to have things look nice far outweighs my extremely lazy personality. *sigh*

Sadly, I do not have a glass door to my kitchen pantry, which means 'Enter at your own risk' people. No word of a lie, the other day when I was putting the weekly grocery shop away, I just threw things in, hoping that things wouldn't smash or spill everywhere.
My children stand at that pantry door for at least an hour a day hoping that something delicious and tempting will magically appear; and when they get sick of waiting for the pantry fairy, they decide on a fruit roll up or a bag of tiny teddies; leaving an empty box behind. Let's not get me started on how fucking annoying that is. If you do this, you are the worst person in the world.

The other morning when I checked our supplies before spending a small fortune on food for the week, I pulled out three empty bags of chips, two boxes of empty school snacks and I'm mortified (not really, but whatever) to admit, a mouldy loaf of bread that was covered in RED mould.

Anyway.
I got super sick of tins of Tuna launching themselves out of the cupboard onto my poor unsuspecting toes so I toddled off to Kmart and spent some shiny dollars on a whole heap of tuppawear and storage thingies and procrastinated for a few days before I decided to rip apart my kitchen cupboards at 5.30pm on a Thursday evening, because I like to make my life difficult.

The husband is going to HATE that I put this up. HI HONEY!

It probably didn't help that I also decided WHILE I was pulling everything out of the pantry, I could probably start doing the rest of the kitchen cupboards also.
It looked like a bomb had gone off in my kitchen...or worse, like I should be on one of those hoarding/this house is a disaster tv shows.

I made up some pretty stickers in photoshop and then set out labelling like a mad woman.
By the time I had finished sorting everything and throwing four huge garbage bags of expired food (I still had fondant from Little Man's 4th birthday cake... He's 8 now...) and empty boxes and packets (I can see three boxes that are empty in the above photo. SHAME) It was 1am and I was DONE.






Seriously, so pretty.
The first thing Teeny said to me this morning before she left was "Oh my god, it's so Tumblr." Whatever that means. I don't speak 13-year-old girl anymore.

I give it at least three weeks before it goes back to looking like the first picture.
I have children and a husband after all...