I laugh every time I post about something that seems so goofy as my laundry and get more comments than when I post something that took a lot of thought and get one. Or none. It just cracks me up.
So I just thought I’d check in today to say that I’m still on top of the laundry. I need to iron, though. Still haven’t plugged that one in my list because I would give it a priority of like 37 and it wouldn’t even show up then, so why bother?
We did re-implement the morning and evening chore routines with the girls though, and I’ve been amazed (really) by how tidy the downstairs has been for the past couple of weeks as well. Craig walked through tonight and commented on how clean the downstairs was (emphasis here on the downstairs). I began to agree with him, but then saw my desk again and said, “Well, most of the downstairs, anyway.”
We then offered up a moment of silence before what is commonly referred to as The Black Hole by pretty much everyone in the family. Lost a book? Check The Black Hole. Can’t find that form you needed for something? Probably lost in The Black Hole. One can’t perfect everything at once, you see. We actually finally figured out my superhero name: I’m The Piler. No flat surface is safe around me (or maybe I’m not a superhero after all, but an evil villain – I don’t like that as much.)
So score two for the family systems organizer and one for The Piler. Now I need to score one for going to sleep on time.