Come On In: A Mud Room Mess No Longer

So Yesterday,  I mentioned my husband went out of town for a long weekend a few weeks back. I don't know why, but when he is gone, I get SO MUCH done!

My birthday/Christmas/Sweetest Day gift from 2009 finally arrived. {...Fill in the holiday blank-}And My Dear was out of town, like I said.

I could have waited, but I kept looking at the boxes in the garage...and thinking.

Thinking, "I wonder how heavy those are..."

And thinking, "I wonder if I just pulled my back muscles lifting that!"

And still thinking, "I wonder how hard this will be to tackle without Tin Man's help."

{I mean, moral support. I usually am the one to put things together anyway-}

So I did it.

I took all this:

And without too many mishaps, put these together, and ...well, just take a look...

The Mud Room Before:

{I only had two baskets, but I have three kids...this means Major Mess~}

The Mud Room After:

{Now room for all three boys...No more Mess!}

Me and my pink tool box tools.

And a little someone to help me:

When I was hoisting the shelf to hang it, he ran out of the room-as I balancing mysef on a chair, with a drill under my arm, shelf in both arms, and the screws and anchors in my teeth-saying, "Oh my gosh! I can't watch this! Mom you are going to SERIOUSLY hurt yourself!"

I replied, with garbbled speech due to the stuff in my teeth-"No I won't, but just get back and grab the drill before it drops, and shatters, then I won't be able to finish...now THAT will seriously upset me!"

Hear Me Roar...and hand me the Advil-I think I did pull some back muscles lifting those heavy boxes...

(...who is not patient enough to wait for help lifting heavy boxes, but can [and will-] use a hammer, screwdriver, and/or level to complete any most tasks!)