so this is a picture of shannon's closet. i only dare post such a picture because she happens to currently be on her best behavior. in fact, she is on such good behavior, that you probably didn't even need me to tell you that it is a picture of a closet. this is not "normal" in our house.
normally, if you were to venture into that part of our bedroom that gets loosely named "closet," you would think you were in a war-torn land, ravaged by bombs and evil violence. there would be women's garments and children's toys and old towels and random shoes strewn about the place. you would leave that place immediately, afraid either that a weapon of mess destruction (so clever) was about to be discovered, or that you would be swallowed up in a quicksand of clothing and hangers. either way, you would not call it a closet. minefield, maybe. but not closet.
but now you can call it a closet. you see, we are having a baby, so greg is losing his closet so that we can hang little miniature boy clothes in it. so shannon had to consolidate her closet to half its size, so that i could move in to the area. i mean, please realize that there are UN sanctions for this kind of thing. the situation is being monitered closely. surveillance and security. hidden cameras and sirens.
yeah, there is my half of the closet. for now, the area is spectacular. pristine. and, it's been two days! so this is a major accomplishment. but the time is coming, sayeth the author, when there will no longer be neatness and order; there will be an end to hangers actually being used and the ability to see the floor.
for now, though, please enjoy the closet. just don't get comfortable.