Cleanliness is next to Godliness.
I used to feel like I
failed this epically. “I am only human.” I kept telling myself as my 4 children
were dangling off each of my appendages, laughing and saying “mommy, mommy,
mommy.” I have come to work with weird unexplainable stains on my white shirt
that I could have sworn was TOTALLY white when I left the house. Then there
were the days that I “treated” co-workers with the yummy gummies in my hair. My
purse was an endless supply of wipes, snacks (or bribes), crayons and little
people. Of course, to find the item needed, I had to remove everything from my
purse. Pride goes out the window when you have publicly displayed your feminine
products next to a screaming child. This was the beginning. I was determined to
keep it together. Schedules were made and then drawn on. House was thoroughly
cleaned and then destroyed by the time the sound of the front door closing
echoed to me. Feeling hopeless, I reached inside me and asked “Why cant I get
this together?!?” So baskets for toys were used so the kids would learn to take
care of themselves and gave them the feeling of pride and accomplishment. Keys
were hung on the wall and shoes in containers by the door so that being late
for something could not be blamed on a search. It was the little steps that
kept my sanity. So now as my eldest turns 22 and my youngest turns 3, I have
started a new adventure, an organizing business. I know that life is chaotic
and busy, that is why I believe my services are so needed. My life is organized
yet I know that I am human…..oh no …I hear the cell phone…where is it? “Hello.
Yes, I can help you.”
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