my organizational skills

It's 2 am (give or take)....I'm up...never mind the fact that I actually went to bed at 10:30. Why am I up at such an ungodly hour? (ungodly in the world of mom who must get up to get 2 kids to school after 5 days off). I'm awake now because Mr. Wonderful (aka husband aka Rob) decided to use the computer at 1:30...apparently he needs less sleep (or he has some nap planned tomorrow that I will derail for him).

So now I am up...and I can't breath...well I can but not very well....pretty wheezy and coughy (my word - I make them up). Be it the change in weather, the lingering cold I have, or the *few* extra pounds I carry around but breathing is more difficult this time of year for me at times. Now is one of them. So I have 3 inhalers because I am far from being as organized as I fantasize that I am (or could be / will be). Ask me where they are???

I have one. It's nearly empty. Not doing me a whole lot of good. Now when I came up to bed earlier I know I brought 2 up here. I'm pretty sure I did....I think I might have. I remember pulling them out of my purse (the gros valise as Rob calls it) and heading up. I called the nugget-butt to come up with me. Rob was up here. I recall laying Coco-baby on the bed to change his diaper...allowing him a few moments of *free time* (read that to be diaperless frolicking)....realized he piddled on my quilt...changed the bed linens...scavenged blankets from a sleeping child downstairs...got into bed...fell asleep...woke up to Rob on the computer...can't find the inhalers....no stinking idea where they are!!

Of course my bedroom is the epitome of organization. I have a never used cradle acting as a home for an ikea bin of toys, a few books, a printer that is out of ink and naturally my wedding dress. My desk has normal desk clutter - water bottle, wrapping paper, cordless drill, baby wipes, cat food dish, and some storage tins for Christmas baking I have yet to do. I can't see the top of the dresser for all the "stuff" on it and the room is littered with red bags filled with Christmas presents (at least they are sorted by child). The tidyist spot in my room surprisingly enough, is under the bed!

OK, well, now that tomorrow is planned (clean room, organize "stuff", find inhalers) I am off to bed - again!