Delete

I wish I could declutter my life the way I declutter my email inbox. I just received that dreaded message that my inbox was nearing capacity. So, says I, I guess it's time to clean it out. So I proceed to go to the oldest emails and begin to delete. Some pages I decide to keep one or two, other pages I get the joy of clicking one box and deleting the whole page. I went from 130 messages to 36 what a great feeling. Then I think to myself, "why can't my life be that easy?" Every so often my house could flash a bright red warning, Your house is at 78% capacity. Then I could go around all the clutter gathering areas of the house, look at a piece of mail decide whether I want to keep it, if not say "delete" and it's gone, if so, say "save" and it disappears somewhere that doesn't clutter up my house until I need it again. I really have no problem throwing stuff away. My problem lies in not taking care of it the moment it touches my hands. I guess you'd call it procrastination. Now I know a lot of you very organized people are thinking, "quit whining and get a file cabinet." Well, I have one and a recycling bin but it's not the same and not as much fun. Besides, your email box probably never "nears capacity" either.

You Made My Day

I normally am not a big fan of Valentines Day. I expect very little, I give very little. Today has changed my opinion thanks to the planning of my incredibly, wonderful, and good looking husband. Below are pictures of my surprise this morning.

Mark got up extra early this morning (a huge sacrifice) to literally clean the entire house! That's right ladies, I woke up to a clean kitchen, living room and basement. Leaving me free to fill my day with the things I want to do and none of the guilt of, "I really should be cleaning." The above message was left for me by my Jackson.
I found this lovely poster filled with my favorite treats. Below are taped two packets of wild flower seeds. These roses were on the kitchen table.

Here is an interpretation of the poster, each kid took a line: Mom, You are a "Jolly Rancher"! You have "Smarties" in your pants! (that's a Jacksonism) I love you "Now&Later"! (Something in Luke language) & "Kissables". (Liam) "Crunch". Naptime mom "Take 5"! We have very few "Dollars"! All of us "Runts" here in "Peanutopolis" may drive you "nuts" but we love you very much!

To finish off my perfect day Mark and I are going out to dinner tonight and then coming home to watch our favorite show, Lost!
Wow, my family's great! I love them so much. Thanks guys for really making my day!

MINE!!!!!

So who appointed me referee? Is that in the job description? If so, I got no job training! I am so tired of having to decide who gets "the toy", why is this my decision? Ok, here's the senario...said toy is laying innocently on the floor. No one has noticed it for some time now. Child A picks it up and begins to quietly play. Child B to whom the toy technically belongs enters the room and notices Child A and you know what hits the fan! So, as a loving parent, what do I do? Yes, the toy is Child B's but Child B hadn't touched the toy in eons and should learn to share. I tend to lean in favor of Child A but what about ownership? I DON'T KNOW AND I'M SICK OF IT!!!!!! Please someone come to my aid and give me some ingenious way to be fair and consistent. PLEASE!