So, this is where it begins...
...And this is where my life becomes a trail of confessions, random thoughts and attempts of organized efforts.
This weekend was an OCD dream come true.
Saturday:pruning closets, running around looking for consignment shops to take in clothing that has survived our third child. I will have to say, I don't think Augusta is a big marketplace for the "sweater" industry... Perhaps there is someone out there who suffers from poor circulation and finds the Esparza wardrobe a dream come true.
Sunday:dedicated to re-organizing the pantry and bookshelf. Amazingly, everyone left me alone. Not many treasures were to be found, but work that had been strategically buried. Once the salvaging was complete (good, bad and shriveled), I busily played the game of..."What? This is due? When? How many months ago did this expire?". Against all child labor laws, I had my 4 year old working diligently, feeding our 6th family member, "the shredder, God Bless the shredder! In seconds, reminders of things you could have done, missed or ignored, can be deleted without any chance of recovery (unless you are totally insane and thrive on puzzles).
There was one movie we watched that is worth mentioning, "Water", yes, its a read-a-movie (are there any other kinds when you have children in the house under the age of 3?". It was a beautiful movie to watch and a thought provoking theme. I did leave the movie with a greater appreciation for my father (don't ask). I am always amazed that someone is willing to marry someone from another country (outside of my comfort zone). Isn't that the key to all movies, leave with more questions than you came in with.
Do these children look overworked?
This weekend was an OCD dream come true.
Saturday:pruning closets, running around looking for consignment shops to take in clothing that has survived our third child. I will have to say, I don't think Augusta is a big marketplace for the "sweater" industry... Perhaps there is someone out there who suffers from poor circulation and finds the Esparza wardrobe a dream come true.
Sunday:dedicated to re-organizing the pantry and bookshelf. Amazingly, everyone left me alone. Not many treasures were to be found, but work that had been strategically buried. Once the salvaging was complete (good, bad and shriveled), I busily played the game of..."What? This is due? When? How many months ago did this expire?". Against all child labor laws, I had my 4 year old working diligently, feeding our 6th family member, "the shredder, God Bless the shredder! In seconds, reminders of things you could have done, missed or ignored, can be deleted without any chance of recovery (unless you are totally insane and thrive on puzzles).
There was one movie we watched that is worth mentioning, "Water", yes, its a read-a-movie (are there any other kinds when you have children in the house under the age of 3?". It was a beautiful movie to watch and a thought provoking theme. I did leave the movie with a greater appreciation for my father (don't ask). I am always amazed that someone is willing to marry someone from another country (outside of my comfort zone). Isn't that the key to all movies, leave with more questions than you came in with.
Do these children look overworked?
posted by the "glue" that holds it together... at 10:39 AM
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