I'm not pregnant, but man...

I spent my day nesting and eating pickles.

Dear family & friends, the world is saved from a 'little A' from running around.

But, I was definitely N-E-S-T-I-N-G.

This is what a 25-year-old nester looks like...

25-year-old nester

Tomorrow, is my back-to-school moment as hockey tryouts officially begin.

The day began peacefully with a 25 mile bike ride through downtown and all around Cpep. I even got to watch the blazing sun rise over 29 followed by church.

After that, it was game face on.

The pregnant gene in me came out...this is where I broke out the pickles and there was no looking back. Here are a few areas that were affected by my need for organization. 

Before: I would have 4 boxes of each
size of baggie. 

After: downsized & ready for
quick lunch making.

After: pantry...a trash bag later

Closet: sweatshirts folded & sorted...

    

You don't want to see
a before on this one.

The garage organization plan of attack utilized other people. A shout out to my aunt & uncle especially. I could no longer stand things sitting on the floor in the garage. Imagine 15 pairs of shoes or the ping pong table that I miraculously 'stole' on Black Friday on the floor. It was time for a clean up. I refuse to give before pictures, but just know that things were finally moved to the basement.  

The bike is suspended like it should be.

Because no hockey stick should be on
the floor...

All credit goes to my aunt on this one...

He barely spared my wrath...

Moral of the Story: Sure, being organized may not prepare me for the simple, daily chaos that's about to begin...but, my Momma always told me that coming home to a made-up bed and organized, clean house will bring a simple dose of comfort and consistency. 

25-year-old happy nester...I'll put the pickles away now.