I find it funny that you all think MM looks just like his dad because in some ways, he looks the most like me of all of our kids. However, I’ve often said that I don’t know who the mom is [about each of them], so I know you’re right. SuperDad does have a foursome of mini-mes. - I walked through the house just after dawn this morning. Everyone else was asleep, including the cat, and it was so peaceful. The furnace was humming, the coffee was nearly done dripping into the pot, the early morning light was bathing the street.
- And then I looked around and saw clutter everywhere: the kitchen counters, the kitchen table, the coffee table! (Do you sense a theme here?) Nearly every flat surface was covered in clutter. Gah!! And do you want to know the worst of it? Nearly all of that clutter was mine.
No wonder my kids’ rooms are such disaster zones! Pot, meet Kettle… Kettle, Pot. - Obviously the solution is to bring me flowers.
What? Don’t you know that flowers cure every ill?
……….That is, unless you are allergic to them………..
Seriously, when the daffodils around here finally get on with it and bloom already! — SuperDad will cut a few of them, put them in a vase, and voila! the impetus to make everything just as pretty will kick in and I will declutter every flat surface within 100 feet.
At least that is the way it works in my brain. - I’m off for yet another weekend away
from my clutter. This time I am attending a women’s retreat put on by my MIL’s church. It’s the second year in a row that all 6 women in the family (moms over the age of 21) plan to be there. Apparently the rest of the ladies think it’s a hoot that the clan of 6 of us all attend. Unfortunately, there are a few difficulties that showed up in the past week, and not all of us can stay the whole time: one SIL (bless her) will leave early to host a birthday party for a boy whose brother has cancer, allowing his parents to focus on the kid who just had brain surgery (have I mentioned lately how much I hate cancer?) and my MIL’s aunt passed away this week at the age of 97 — a good, long life but she leaves my MIL as the eldest in that line. That memorial service is on Saturday so now we may well be attending a retreat with my MIL’s church without my MIL! 😦 Proof that life doesn’t always work out the way you plan.
*Hopefully Rapunzel (my DIL) will be able to attend with us after she graduates from college in 2014.
Spokalulu 