I am not your typical organized housewife. I always sit in awe of those women that tell me of their organizing strategies and go home more determined than ever to fix my cluttered life. I'm still working on that. Right now, my kitchen looks like a bomb hit it. Most days, I am yelling at the boys telling them to pick up their toys, put their dirty clothes in the laundry room, clean their rooms, sweep the floor, etc. etc. I finally came to a drastic decision. I decided to put up a gate to the living room, scour the room clean, and never let the boys in there again. So far, so good. Anyone coming to our front door will see a beautifully kept up living room and say, "Wow, she really has it together!" Now I just have to figure out what to do about the rest of the house. Our microwave cart is always the place that collects the things that I find on the floor or the counter top.....and that's where we usually put our keys. After dropping Nathanael off at school, I usually get home and immediately start in on homeschooling Caleb. This morning, when we got back home it was a little crazier than normal (which is really saying something) and I didn't put my keys on the microwave cart as usual. Talk about being a total scatterbrain! Disaster loomed and I didn't have a clue. I went about my day as usual till the time came to pick up Nathanael from school. I went to get my keys and wow, what a surprise! No keys. I immediately started hyperventilating. I knew I wouldn't find them. I had no idea where I had put them and trying to find them in my house was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. Believe it or not, but this was like the 5th time I have lost them. I called the school and got their answering machine. Trying to keep my cool and not turn into a blubbering mess, I ransack the bedrooms thinking maybe Aidan's sticky fingers got a hold of them. By the 5th phone call to the school, I finally got someone. One of the teachers offered to bring Nathanael home. I was grateful, but my smile froze on my face. I frantically put Caleb to work picking up the toys left on the kitchen floor while I rushed around like a madwoman clearing off the kitchen counter. I kept thinking, "Thank goodness I made that new rule about the living room!" The teacher didn't come to the door, but I came to realize something. We need a copy of the van key.
I could clean them, but they'd just get dirty again.
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As for the "typical organized housewife," I've only met those when they have a paltry one or two kids. Any family I've known with a brood your size has chaos much of the day, or everyone is miserable. I come from a family of six children, and my mother homeschooled the last four of us. She worked ALL the time and still our home barely kept utter chaos at bay. Your babies are so much more important than things. I'm glad you enjoy them so much.