If I could have a dime for all the times I said to myself, “If I could just get organized, I’d be able to get more things done!” Every time I “organize something, It ends up in disarray a few days later. It’s hopeless. Why can’t I have a house that stays clean and organized! Why can’t my kids bathroom get cleaned more than once a month. Why do I forget every day to get to the library to get TJ a book to read at night. I remember at bedtime, and he goes another day without a book from his reading list.
I had a little too much fun this weekend. When I should have been organizing things, we picked apples again, and I spent Saturday night at a Stake Dance! So much fun. I thought I was pretty good as far as not eating crap. The only bad thing I ate was some Great Harvest, Cinnamon Pull-apart bread… and it was BAD!! If bad means good. And if bad means so good I ate too much and then felt crappy the rest of the day. I mean physically crappy. Not guilty crappy, cause it was kind of worth it
I started Saturday and Sunday with eggs though. Yum, Yum!
Funny quote of the weekend: TJ is writing a paper for school about diversity. He’s 8 years old, in the 3rd grade. His paper said :
“When you accept diversity you are kind. I have a friend Noa who is from Hawaii. I treat him like I would treat any American.”
I’m still laughing about it!