Public Humiliation

Because I thought you should see this. This is my bathroom cupboard. It's not that I'm a rotten housekeeper, it's that I've been procrastinating a bit. It's been a while since it was cleaned out. This became obvious when Mr. Spit was gushing blood on my kitchen floor, and I couldn't find him a band-aid. Not a single one. Not at all, at all.

I know, it's shocking. How bad does it have to be when you can't find the band-aids? Umm, about this bad.

So here's my request - someone, every day until I post a picture of a closet that doesn't look like Jimmy Hoffa might be buried in it, could you ask how I am doing at cleaning my closet?

Because things clearly have gotten out of control. Waaaay out of control.