Things are going well with my "twins".
My niece goes home tonight and my baby girl is going to be so sad. She's loved having a little playmate. And she's loved having several more binky's...she keeps trading hers with her cousins.
Order is restored! And the husband has been threatened!...NO tools, NO gloves, NO tennis balls, NO paperwork! Only "the good word" is allowed in this space.
D tells us..."I hope your house isn't like the many houses where clutter is as permanent as the furniture. This reminds me of a cartoon I saw the other day where two little children were watching their mother, and one child said to the other: "Someone must be coming. Mom's putting the ironing board away."
My kids always think "someone must be coming" whenever I pull out the mop to clean the kitchen floor. I tend to "almost" it most days and just do a quick "once over" using my foot and a wet rag.
Tomorrow (if all goes as planned) is the start of an organizing project that is our biggest yet! I may not be able to sleep tonight with the excitement of it all!