the thin line between love and hate

Today, I reached into my closet and found this:

Oh new clothes! I love you so...

There are few sounds in this world as beautiful as the little "pop" of pulling a tag off a new piece of clothing (especially when the little tag has two or more mark-down stickers on it).

New clothing makes me feel a little sassier, a little prettier, and for just a brief nanosecond in time, a little cooler. New clothes make my big 'ol pregnant tummy feel not-so-big and my rapidly expanding rear-end seem just a little smaller. I love new clothes.

The heart-felt passion I feel for wearing new clothes can only be paralleled by my intense hatred for washing them.

This is the evil, horrid, and VERY large pile of clothes in my bedroom. These clothes mock me when I wake up in the morning and glare at me when I crawl into bed at night. The scary thing is that they seem to be re-generating their evil spawn all over our house. The pile never grows smaller no matter what I do. I hate laundry.

Feeling all this love and hate in one small moment of time made me think of the other things in my life that I love and hate with equal passion.

By nature, I'm a sharer (all too many times, an over-sharer).

I share. It's what I do.

Unless something is gossip, mean, a private secret, OR David has made me promise to "put it in the vault" (the most serious of all requests), I just don't like to keep things to myself. I have found that sharing is much more fun than not sharing.

Since I find it truly painful to keep anything to myself...much less something as "pure and lovely" as a love/hate list...I'm going to share my list with you:
my friends and family...
and new bloggy buddies...
and strangers living in places I've never been....
and people I've never met out in the Blogosphere...

I hate this:

This is the room that used to be Gunner's room/Avery's playroom. It used to be organized and lovely. It used to be PRECIOUS and fun for my little Avery to play in.

Question: what is lovely and precious about this room now?
Answer: nada.

This room will eventually be Charlie's room, but in order for that to happen, our new addition has to be finished. When it is finished, all of Avery's toys will move on out to make way for our little man.

I hate to wait.
I hate disorganization.
I hate this room.
I can't wait to go "Clean House" on this room.
It's a shameful display, but I'm a sharer. So, there you go.

I LOVE this:

In a desperate attempt to reclaim order in my house, I went to Wal-mart and purchased these two lovely Towers-O-Organization. They roll. They store stuff. They ROCK. They make my life feel a little more sane. They were worth every single over-priced penny. They will go into my hall closet to create beauty and order. They make my heart happy.

Take a moment to soak up the fabulousness of it all. I did.

Love it:


Hate it:


Love it:


Hate it:

I'd much rather be on the beach than worrying about running late.
All. the. time.

Love it:


Hate (well...strongly dislike) it:

I guess I'll stop now. I'm sure I could sit here all night and just keep typing away, but I'll spare you.