Okay, so our pastor from home is visiting town and is coming over to dinner tonight. I found this out last night and so I am now in the process of cleaning up a bit. As I was straightening the kitchen I realized that a glimpse at our blue hutch was in order. So I straightened it up a bit – darn that pride – and here we go:
There is the outfit I need to mail to my friend Susan, the pictures to give to Jen and Cris from a PUMPKIN CARVING PARTY!, the CHRISTMAS packages to mail to all my in-laws, a folder of honeys that I swear I just took upstairs yesterday, the dvd from going to get Little’s and Bubba’s haircut yesterday, playdoh from Little’s dentist visit Saturday (leading me to ask – why does every doctor feel the need to reward children and why does giving them JUNK, that I have to find a place for, constitute as a reward. Basically, a reward for them is a punishment for the one raising them in such a fashion that they behave themselves. I digress), the phone (this picture will serve to help me remember where it is the next time it rings), and books. Why books -Little is obsessed with turning pages at this stage and has a book in her hands almost always; several end up being left on the kitchen floor and, while we are working on “books don’t belong on the floor” we haven’t had success yet. So, these were gathered after lunch today and stacked for her to put away after nap time.
So there you go – our life is full of packages we haven’t mailed and things we have to put away. Will I ever live in a life again where tasks are completed and there is a place for everything and EVERYTHING’S IN IT’S PLACE?
Till then, . . . .