Encourage her artistic creativity, they say.
Let her bake and cook if she wants to, they say.
What they don’t say is how to get her to clean up. What they don’t offer is to come over and clean up for, or even with her. Oh no, they just want to see a child in her peak creativity mode. Admire her crafts and eat her baked products.
Moods. Who needs them? Not me. Wish I could be a very even-keeled kind of person who doesn’t fluctuate between depression and rage, and everything in between.
I think I’m ready.
Ready for them all to go back to their regular routine, out of the house, so I can get back to mine.
(Sorry, I just don’t have anything else on my brain at the moment…regular writing will resume next week.)
Have you read the list of 49 things about me I posted the other day? Numbers 6, 7 and 8 touch on my desire for order in this house. Frankly, I could come up with 49 items just on that topic, but that would be a boring list to read. 😛
But the accumulation of stuff is a prevailing topic in my life.
For instance, my parents are housing stuff that belongs to us. Even though we have our own house, you understand.
The family is getting ready to go camping in a few days.
I’m not going. Continue reading
Face it: minimalism in a family with kids is about as far away from possible as Fiji is from Canada.
Which doesn’t mean you shouldn’t attempt it.
I amuse myself.
Ha ha ha.
Ever wonder how much time we waste looking for lost or misplaced stuff? I bet it’s a lot of time. And I’m just talking about my own stuff, not even the rest of the family…
Just today, like every day, I misplaced my reading glasses countless times. Continue reading
As usual, today began with me looking for something.
Typically I start with the junk drawer.
Naturally, I couldn’t find it. I have long forgotten what it is, but it no longer matters. Because once I realize I’m not going to find the elusive it, I stopped looking.
Five minutes later, my junk drawer looked like this: Continue reading