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A few weeks ago, when we got snowed in on a Saturday, we decided it would be a great idea to start unpacking all those thousands of boxes in the basement. Turns out, this is a really great idea for a couple with no children, and, say, 72 uninterrupted hours on their hands. But for a couple with three kids who have maybe twice in their lives played quietly in the corner? Not so much.

Needless to say, we got just to the point where you’ve taken out all the boxes, unpacked just enough that there’s a pile of boxes of trash, a pile of boxes for Goodwill, and a pile of boxes of thing you care about and they’re all mixed into one big explosive pile that you can barely walk through.

Anyway, for the past month, the basement has been pretty much unusable. We take the kids down there periodically, but it’s more like one of those school exercises where the nuclear bomb has exploded, and you have to try to figure out how to survive in this brave new world. Neko and Shep have piled packing paper into the jungle gym and the bounce house, and created little pathways in between. We keep losing Ellery in between boxes.

So today, in lieu of basement time? A morning shower with a special bonus. Apples IN the shower. I’m sure that’s in some Montessori book somewhere.