Between house sitting for my Dad (about 2.5 hours away) for the better part of June, enjoying a wonderful weekend getaway for the anniversary and keeping up the yard and garden, I feel like I have spent very little time in my own house this summer. Which, I suppose is the nature of summer. {Get out and do stuff they said, it will be fun they said.} The result has been, a real lack of housekeeping. I've pretty much been keeping up on it just enough to not want my mother to stop by unannounced.
My office suffered the worst... Filing overflowing from my inbox, stacks of magazines I'll probably never read again collecting dust on the floor, piles of shit that I don't have room for the in the rest of the house spilling from the closet - a disaster that is usually difficult for me to stand very long. It turns out that I'm really good at avoiding things if they can just be hidden by closing the door and moving my computer to the kitchen counter.
Yesterday, I decided it was time to face it. After a pot of coffee, the kiddo's piano lessons, a trip to the gas station, a short walk and a fill in the blank questionnaire on Facebook involving Harry Potter references using only words that start with the first letter of my first name... I finally had no choice but to cross the threshold and face the demon. But first....
I'm not sure I want to admit how long I spent on that tweet. And then...
Filing is particularly horrifying, don't you think? Among other things, I do bookkeeping for a small business and it was just out of control. There's really no excuse for my actions... Sometimes its just tiring being a Mom. And sometimes Mom just needs to sit down and play Assassins Creed instead of putting shit where it goes. OK?
This lovely collection is what took over my desk after I moved my computer out. A good portion is from when I cleaned out my desk at work on my last day of regularly scheduled employment...
Harry Potter is taking time away his shelf as I have been reading the series to my son. We just finished #3. I believe that NOT introducing your child to Harry, as soon as he's old enough to be excited about it, is just irresponsible parenting.
And for the record, my ugly christmas sweater was amazing.
I cut myself on a piece of glass - there was blood.
It feels good to be back. Although I could really go for another one of those weekend getaways (pictured on desktop background)... what was I saying about productivity?