This morning my daughter discovered the linen closet. Don't get me wrong, she's known it's there. But this morning it occurred to her that she could find all kinds of interesting things in there. Her bathroom stool has given her the new-found ability to reach new heights...and she's taking full advantage. I put a kibosh on that, but I'm afraid it will be a matter of only hours before she digs in. Since it's a sliding door, and I don't know of any way to childproof a sliding door, something must be done. The project in the bedroom is almost complete, so the linen closet will be my next area of focus. Technically it's the linen/light bulb/gift-wrapping/art supplies/stationery/rag/iron/game/shoe closet. And it's out of control. Don't believe it's as bad as I say? Take a look.
Yep, that's bad. At least if it's cleaned out and organized I can attempt to keep the toddler damage to a minimum. I'm going in. And if you don't hear from me in the next couple of days, you know where to find me.
On a completely unrelated note, I started Jillian Michaels' 30-Day Shred yesterday. I'll give you an update in about 29 days.