Pride is a sin, naturally. We are not to be proud in ourselves. Our initial situations and physical characteristics are an accident of birth, so nothing to be proud of.
But I do think that when we put in hard work and accomplish a goal, we should be proud of that.
This past weekend, Martin and I conquered something that we’ve been needing to deal with for over three years.
It was a mess. Unfortunately I didn’t get a photo of the mess. Seriously, Trust me, it was a complete disaster area.
Clearing the mess involved setting up FIVE banquet sized tables for help with the sorting. At one point we had to go the store and buy more storage containers. From beginning to end it took from 11 a.m. to 10 p.m. !!!! That’s a ELEVEN HOUR DAY….on a Saturday !
We had fun in the process though. A chore that I had been dreading for years became a fun time with my hubby. It helps that he loves to organize things just as much as I do.
This is a photo of him sorting through the final two piles of stuff that came out of the pantry. (btw, I detest that light fixture. Anybody want it?)
But here is the finished product after a hard day’s work on Saturday:
and yes. Every single container is labeled. Now I can figure out what additional items I need at the store just by looking at the levels in each nice clear container. For instance…..right now we are low on cornflakes.
I’m so proud of us.