I am organized just good enough to function.
Sad. I know.
It's not that I like it. Really.
I dream of being organized.
I even try. It just does not take. Much.
Look at this sweet little Willow Tree Angel.
She is the angel of Good Health.
It's probably not a great omen that she fell off the top of the fridge and was decapitated.
Anyway, this is somewhat how I have felt the past few weeks.
We have met ourselves coming and going and life has been busy.
As my grandmother would say, "You have been running around like a chicken with its head cut off."
I know what that looks like. I helped her ring quite a few chickens necks when I was young.
Just take my word for it. It is not a pretty sight.
Back to the organization thing...
My plan is to finish this blog post and get off and organize this closet. I have no idea really how to do that, but I will be doing it in a minute.
It has a zip up folder for each person in our family. Inside I put passports, SS# cards, transcripts, birth certificates, etc. in each one. I am so stinkin proud of myself that I just might skip cleaning up my closet. :)
Oh, my goodness I hope that some of those wonderfully organized beautiful moms from our get together will never read this post. I am really brave or really stupid to post the pic above.
Don't freak out friends. My kitchen is really clean. Just not my closet.
And yes, it does seem that I have a shoe problem.
I will leave you for today with my day dreams about past Spring Break fun...
Laughing with the boys and our friends and listening to the outside night sounds.
Cherishing the memories.