Lists and Such
So, I get to thinking ( in one of the rare moments when my remaining brain cells rally together and allow such things ) that I still have this blog that I keep forgetting to write in. I figure I should just add it to the long list of things that have fallen by the wayside as life has gotten busier over the summer. Then I start to wonder if it's really possible to even HAVE a list of things you can't remember. If you put them on a list you wouldn't forget them in the first place, would you? It'd become more of a list of things you've been meaning to do and haven't gotten to than a list of forgotten things. I could probably use a list like that, though. It should have a magnetic strip on the back so I can hang it on the 'fridge right next to my grocery shopping list. It'd probably end up looking more like a list of chores, though, and then I'd just feel guilty looking at them and knowing I should have them done, but still not wanting to do them. One of my favorite 'fridge magnets imparts this wisdom; " Housework won't kill you, but why take the chance?". Exactly! One of my rules to live by!
The kids seem to share my views on housework with the exception of Perrin having this bizzare obsession with vacuuming the floor. The vacuume cleaner used to terrify him, but now he tries to take it from me whenever I use it in an attempt to do the job himself. Now, I'm not saying I wouldn't welcome the help, but the dear boy can't even budge the thing without my help. This makes his "help" more of a non-help, but his intentions are good. Thankfully, Abby got a toy vacuume cleaner for Christmas that seems to be just the right size. Perrin literally RUNS all over the place with it. Inside, outside, it doesn't matter. He really enjoys himself. I'd like to think he's learning a valuable skill, but if I didn't take pictures to prove this to him later, he'd probably end up denying he ever did such a thing when he gets older.
Speaking of cleaning, or lack thereof, my house is in desperate need of some attetion before i lose sight of the front door and my only means of escape. Guess I'd better go find a shovel...
