I’ve been off on a field trip for the day, gone from early morning until the afternoon.

My kitchen hasn’t been cleaned, my floors are unswept and the TV is covered in dust.

But . . . I’m proud of myself.

Why?

In the few minutes I had between picking up the un-field-tripping 4yo from her friend’s house and heading to the school to get the had-to-go-to-school-while-his-siblings-had-fun 7yo . . . I ran by the donation place and unloaded the back of my Suburban.

My Suburban which I filled up with playroom-excess . . . . YESTERDAY!

Ummm, that’s less than a 48 hour turnaround between decluttering and donating.

I’m pretty sure that’s a slob-record of some sort.

AND, I even took two boxes for the friend who watched my daughter while we were on the field trip.

See, I’m noble too.