Mother’s Day is all but a blur now, but it was a wonderful blur, despite the weather.
Mark bought me some salty caramels from the Candy Store and a peanut-butter cup from Truffle Treasures (you haven’t lived until you’ve had both of these treats) and the girls picked out some lovely “middles” for my Kameleon necklace from Quichua World Market in Westboro.
The necklace is a very simple design. The middle part of the pendant pops out and can be switched for another, which guarantees a limitless supply of Mother’s Day/birthday gift ideas. Sarah picked a sparkly stone that is supposed to be my birthstone (a peridot) and Emma picked out a pink skull and crossbones on a black background. Sweet!
We had sushi dinner on Saturday, a lovely breakfast on Sunday, and a restful Sunday afternoon and dinner at my in-laws too.
Every weekend should be like that! :)
Yesterday I hit a breaking point with the house and attacked a number of Problem Areas That Cause Mental Distress, several of which I had started to overhaul on Saturday.
1) The kitchen window sill. It had become home to two dozen little doodads. Cleared it.
2) The kitchen cabinet/counter. We have a large freestanding cabinet we purchased from Ikea some time ago. It gives us additional counter space as well as some cabinet space. Sadly, it had become the place to put junk. So I cleared it.
3) My dresser. Cleared it.
4) The laundry area. This took me most of yesterday afternoon. Even Emma saw the benefits and pitched in. This tiny corner of the basement was overloaded with laundry-related junk which desperately needed to be sorted. This small area took up a disproportionate amount of time and effort because the simple task of “clearing it” resulted in a HILARIOUS domino effect of things that needed my attention.
For example: I found some baby clothes I wanted to keep. I needed a box so I could put them away. The box I could use had stuff in it. This stuff had to be sorted. But I needed to make room on the floor. And to make room on the floor I had to sort more stuff and find another box … etc annoying etc.
Clearly our issue is that every available surface in the house eventually descends into a repository of crap. I need a solution. Maybe I need to nag my family more? Improve storage and make sure everything has a home? Get rid of stuff? Drink a can of Red Bull and attack a different corner of the house every day? Hire a maid? What?
*sigh*
