Are they cookies or pancakes?

Okay, for all of you that know me you know that I am very neat and organized. I sort our clothes by color, season, and fabric. All the toiletries are neatly arranged in the bathrooms in perfect rows like a grocery store. The kids toys are organized into bins according to type. I can sort 5 items of dirty laundry into ten loads. Our photos are stored chronologically in albums. Even the garage has organized bins that are labeled as to contents and stored neatly on shelves. But the organization ends where the pantry begins! If you opened up my pantry you are sure to say, "What the heck?" This, Dan Hoffman, is where I hide my clutter. Believe it, or not, there is only food in this pit of despair. I don't store bags of clothes for charity, broken things to fix, batteries, light bulbs or anything of this nature. All of those things have their exact perfect locations to be stored. But for the life of me I can't organize the pantry! I hate trying to decide if a can of green beans should be stored with the vegetables or the canned goods. It just doesn't make sense to me. I have several large Tupperware containers in which to store flour, sugar, powdered sugar, etc. I labeled these at one time, but some have labels on two sides with two different things labeled on one container. A few months ago Megan found an awesome chocolate cake recipe on the back of the Hershey's Cocoa box. She made it several times and then the last couple of times it was awful. We couldn't figure out what she was doing wrong and Billy actually begged her not to make the cake ever again. Then I found that Megan was using what she thought was flour and it was actually powdered sugar. There was a label on one side of the container that said "flour" and the other side said " powdered sugar". Megan was a little peeved at me to say the least. I promised that I would assign a container to each ingredient and never veer away again. Well, all rules are automatically canceled when you changes houses, right? So, a few weeks ago I was unloading the groceries out of the van and I tore the giant bag of pancake mix. At this time I hadn't filled all of my containers with baking supplies ( and I wasn't sure that I ever wanted to). So I found the largest and only container that would house a bulk-bag worth of pancake mix from Sam's. It wasn't labeled. But everybody knows it should be flour. A couple of weeks later I put flour in the container with two labels that should be powdered sugar. Let the holidays begin! Billy and Megan enjoy baking cookies all the way from Thanksgiving to New Year's Eve. But every time they made a batch this year they couldn't figure out what went wrong. Billy blamed Megan and Megan blamed Billy. Then they started blaming The Pampered Chef, KitchenAid, and even Betty Crocker. Yesterday Megan made chocolate chip cookies. A light bulb went off in my head and I asked her "which container are you using the flour out of". She showed me and I said "That's pancake mix." Billy and Megan have both ordered me to get that pantry organized or they will stop baking. I sure am going to miss cookies. Or were they pancakes?