Got home after my three-hour annual Music Aiders meeting tonight, where my intention was to resign as secretary; I won't say much about how that went, except to tell you that I have pages and pages of notes to process and type into official minutes to send out to the rest of the board. The kids all ate dinner and put themselves to bed. That was pretty sweet. And the dishes were even mostly loaded into the dishwasher. The big stuck-on greasy pans and stuff? No worries. That'll all still be waiting when we wake up.
It's now mid-week: the hard reality of my prolific piles stares right back at me. So I'm turning in. School papers, RS notes, Music Aider meeting minutes, ice cream social assignments, bills to pay, information to file can all wait. Just keeping the worries small. And the blog real.
And putting any unfounded thoughts that I keep a house clear of clutter and dust bunnies right to bed.
I do wonder how the laundry seems to procreate right there on the floor...