If you rang my doorbell today, I might actually answer it. I might even let you in (if I knew you, of course).
All I would have to do is smile and say something funny to distract you while I quickly directed you into the dining room.
The dining room looks nice. And even if the doors to the kitchen were open halfway, I would still let you sit with me at the dining room table.
Oh, you think you’d be more comfortable on a couch?
You’ll have to get over that . . . ‘cuz it ain’t happenin‘.
Summer is almost over, and I’m in quite a funk about that. Meanwhile, my slob-vision seems to kick in every time I walk through our middle-of-the-house-can’t-be-avoided living room. For well over a week, I’ve chosen not to acknowledge the Barbies and stuffed animals strewn around the room.
So they’ve multiplied.
And the can’t-blame-the-kids-because-I’ve-been-ignoring-it-too pile of clean laundry on the loveseat?
It’s scary.
But I’m holding off total despair by keeping up with the kitchen. And seeing a not-only-clear-but-decorated-with-fresh-flowers dining table helps me hold out hope.
We started our new school year this morning. I had such high hopes of getting the schoolroom organized just so this summer. It didn't happen. Last week, I had planned to get it straighten up so we could at least function without toys, books, etc. scattered about on their tables, floor, etc., but that didn't happen either. Instead, strep throat happened. I spent the week on the couch or in bed instead of cleaning and planning our school year. Thankfully this isn't our first year of homeschooling, so I can kinda swing by the seat of my pants this week. I did manage to get some of the clutter picked up this morning while the little ones ate their breakfast.
Our living room also looks like a tornado came through SEVERAL times… storage containers of clothes to go to the shed, boxes of clothes to go to Goodwill, toys, newspapers (we get 6 each Sunday), magazines, etc. I will reclaim it this week…. maybe. :o)