Where have you been, young lady!? I don't know. busy. tired. cra. zay. This blog entry will suck. This is not pessimism, this is realism. I don't have much time because I've suddenly begun to believe my house will crash in on itself like some shut-in on Hoarders. Okay, it's not that bad... I suppose... but, damn it needs some lovin'. We've had people in and out of the hizzy lately working with Max and every time they come over the living room and kitchen are spotless! Where does all that shit go? In my bedroom. In outer far-away rooms where it can't be seen. Am I the only one that ends up like this??? Where does all your crap go? All the paperwork that comes in the mail?? Am I supposed to keep the picture of the Echinosaurusthingy that Coop colored last week? Do I just throw it away??? mess. mess. mess.
What's the solution? If I'm not overly organized now, just telling me, "Be more organized!" is not going to help. I know mine and mine knows me...or whatever. Homeschooling times 4 does not help any solution imagined. Other people seem to have this down, but then again lately I've been reading blogs where the people project themselves as PERFECT. Everything in order and now they're going to tell me how to do it. Nope. Doesn't work. ...That's the problem with reading too many blogs... the perceiving of things...
So... Ima go clean now. I want one of those Oscar the Grouch trashcans. I'd like to throw everything into it, place the lid on top and say, "Taaaaaaaa! Daaaaaaa! Clean."