Other times I think just a little organization would bring peace to my life. And I have this thought much more often than I do the other thought, fortunately. I've tried some organizational systems (Flylady, anyone?) and I do well with them for a few days, weeks if I'm lucky or on a roll, (just like meal-planning or dieting or studying-to-better-myself), but then inevitably something happens that throw a monkey-wrench in the machinery - I get sick, or some catastrophe befalls someone (probably not a catastrophe but something that seems like one at the time) or Aunt Flo comes for a visit and generally leaves me feeling grumpy and out of sorts and sends me hiding in the bedroom with the shades pulled down and the covers over my head.
Guess what the youngest child just asked?? Have we decided on dinner? Really, I don't get it. Mabe I"m just too old to remember whether or not I asked that question on a daily basis. My Dad still asks my mom every day "what's for chow" and sometimes I wonder that she hasn't strangled him yet.
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