Do Over...

So that happened... and by that I mean a ridiculous mess and by a ridiculous mess I mean the newly arranged closet organizer that my husband so kindly put back for me a few weeks ago during a particularly keen melt down pulled completely out of the wall.  I'd say it happened round about 4 am.  last Thursday.  One part of my brain heard the thundering crash and thought - that gosh darn closet organizer fell out of the wall again.  The other part of my brain heard the crash and yelled - clumsy intruder!  SCREAM! So I did what both parts of my brain said and then listened to Tony as he swore under his breath, rolled over and said, "well I'm not fixing it now..."  And so we wend back to sleep, hoping it was a dream.

A little light cleaning

 I once read that your children do not need a play room.  "They already have one" this lovely article said, "it's whatever room you're in".  Now I won't claim that I don't enjoy having our basement "play room" even if it's just a place to shove those extra toys that I want to trash, but Tony says we should keep... It's a change of scenery and a change of pace.  But most days, no matter what sort of super cool activity we arrange for the kiddos to take part in so that the adults can get something done, we more often then not will find ourselves with 4 other pairs of hands and feet that just really really want to do what we're doing.

The obsession continues

Ever since I ate that proverbial frog a few weeks ago and organized the be-jezus out of my closet I've been walking around the house like a slightly deranged person... all wild eyed and jumpy, head darting this way and that... This is out of place... That doesn't make sense there.  Do they really wear these shoes?  No?  Trash them.  Trash them now.  It seems that any amount of extraneous clutter and unkempt areas are mocking my previous attempts at organization and I pounced all over this particular disaster over the weekend.

Eating the Frog

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*Disclaimer - this has absolutely nothing to do with my children and thus has no rightful place in this book/blog {whatever version you are currently reading}.

Last month at teacher in service I sat through a particularly un-inspiring session where in presenters that the school paid good money to present to us, in fact, had us present to each other.  The topic:  Priorities.  I was super interested in this session initially as the "pre-test" alluded to the fact that we'd be learning how to balance work and family - something I feel like I need lots and lots of help with.  In the end that never happened and I was a bit bummed.  The only thing that resonated with me was the 3 minute introductory video on eating the frog.

Deep Cleaning

Originally posted on Tuesday, February 21, 2012

A fortunate/unfortunate byproduct of the current Pinterest craze is the constant influx of cleaning ideas.  How to clean your home by doing only one job a day.  A daily, weekly, and monthly cleaning list.  Make your own soap.  How to keep baseboards dust free and faucets spot free.  How to deep clean your washer.  How to deep clean your dishwasher.  Tony and I are always fascinated by these lists.  Partly because we marvel at anyone having the time to actually accomplish all of it, and partly because we so want to be the ones who are using this list and living in these pristine homes.