I think I used to somewhat deceive myself that once my three children flew the coup, my house would be a more organized residence.
What a joke.
The reality I have had to face a long time ago (and Bob has patiently and lovingly embraced this with my other idiosyncrasies) is that I am a “messy girl”. Now, add our big, black dog to that mix, and my fur-covered carpet and floors just underscore that truth.
By contrast, everywhere my folks go, improves. Amazingly. They are both from the builder generation, and are themselves two of the most disciplined and selfless people you could hope to find. Continue reading “Where’s the broom and dust pan?”
Just in case you haven’t heard…
As a school nurse, (like everyone else working with kids), there are Mondays, and then there are Mondaze. But through it all, I can always count on this—the dismissal bell.
Here is an email response I had from my husband from his office back in 2011:
“The titles of your last two emails are telling: ‘Great Weekend’ followed by ‘Crazy Morning’. My imagination is racing: blood dripping from the walls, a contagion that turns students into zombies (all marching lock-step toward your office), sewage backing up from the toilet in your office, a Fed Ex truck out front and a driver in the front office announcing loudly, ‘Paperwork for Dawn Jones…Where do you want all these boxes?’”
And that’s on a good Monday.
Makes it just a wee bit easier to see what the Continue reading “Dismissal time! Woo-hoo! (…but until then…)”