Delusions of Grandeur
January 7, 2011 
All is quiet. All are sleeping. It is my moment of afternoon solitude. After a night of being throttled by Miss Peaches multiple times (she has been sick, so I told her she could sleep with us), I could stand a little naptime myself. But it's not gonna happen.
I shall look forward to sleeping well tonight instead.
I've been continuing on my organizational journey, which yesterday took me to land called Toysortingsville, where I set apart the good, the bad, and the garage-sale-worthy. The day before I visited a place just west of there called Craymarkcoloredpencilsburg. There I determined which markers no longer work, readjusted the kids' coloring boxes to make sure they have a fresh and vibrant array of coloring tools, and shuffled through coloring books, workbooks, papers, and the entire hall closet's worth of learning materials, and arts and crafts, until all that was left behind was neatly stacked shelves and storage bins.
It lasted for all about seven minutes.
And then my little tornadoes whirled in and upheaved the whole thing.
Usually I'm pretty realistic about the fact that they will always upheave pretty much everything I allow to be in their path, but yesterday I found myself having delusions that the Care Bears and My Little Ponies would remain in their sorted positions, or at least find their way back to said positions when their playtime was over.
Luckily I quickly reminded myself just how unrealistic that expectation was, otherwise the discovery of the Care Bears and My Little Ponies comingling with the dollies last evening would have been a real slap in the face.
Must go caffeinate now. Have a great weekend!
Homemaking, Slice of Life, The Kids
Reader Comments (3)
That made me smile.
I am not saying to lower your standards...maybe teach Miss Peaches how to alphabatize.
No, never mind....just keep having them visions.
Some day the crayon box will stay organized and you will be sad.
Tauna - I am fully aware that you are fully correct. :) I cherish the messes they make. (Even if I'm sometimes grumbling under my breath as I clean them up.)
I've been reminded time and time again, "This too shall pass." It's usually being said to me when there are messes, sickness, whineyness, etc. At least for the few seconds it IS organized maybe photograph it so you have proof it WAS neat and orderly! :)