Yes, that's my desk, and only a glimmer of the craziness when it comes to my piles and disorder. I can usually find what I need, but it often creates more chaos while I look for it.
There are stories about my attempts to find order and quell my pack-rat nature.
Story Number One: (Five years ago, a Saturday).
Eight year old Blue asked, "What are we doing?" "We're cleaning the house." "Why? Is someone coming over?" "No." "Then why?" "Because it needs it. Some people clean their house every week!"
"But, Mama, we aren't those people."
But this week, this upcoming vacation week, I am going to try to find some surfaces. I had the idea of writing each room's name on a card and drawing one out each day, and that will be the room we clean that day.
Moon asked if we could put some blank cards in, too.
Sigh, we really, really are not those people.
