let there be light and chore charts.

The mantle needed some light, so the forsythia had to go.  After another altercation about cleaning, I called Barb in a huff and went to Rite-Aid for poster board (mom, you never said to empty the trash or wipe down the counters, you just said to clean the kitchen really well), as though the real problem was not having detailed descriptions.  Kind of like having the perfect containers.  I have been guilty of spending considerable amounts of time deliberating over which bin would miraculously make me a clean person, wasting precious time that could have been spent pitching, eliminating the need for bins altogether.  Why do I trick myself into thinking it's all about the tools...if I just had the right bins.  Perhaps because it's easier - easier to believe the solution is outside rather than within.  While I know having enough space and the right tools do help, so would consistency and laying down the law.  It's just that there are times when mess honestly doesn't bother me that much - almost like I don't even see it or even think to corral everyone to do a five minute pick-up.  And, organization just doesn't come naturally, like I missed the sorting lesson in kindergarten.  So, then it builds...

But alas, I move forward, determined to be better than yesterday!