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Saturday, September 1, 2012

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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