My stepmother once told me that my house looks like a dorm room and I consider that a compliment. I spend at least a half an hour a day, walking around my house, picking things up and throwing things away. A neat, clean house helps me stay calm. Meanwhile, my family, (all home) seem to spend a fair majority of their day randomly leaving things around the house to fester. I seeth as I watch this transpire all afternoon into the evening, waiting for them to pick up their refuse. It rarely happens. My daughter sweeps the floor every day, (her choice) but I picked up 5 bowls from next to her bed the other day. I encounter art supplies, electronics, chip wrappers, empty soda cans, and glasses. I don't know why this happens. I have begged, pleaded, and threatened in the past. My son actually had the audacity to tell me he needed me to walk around with him and tell him what to pick up. I have no words for that one. I cannot imagine what our...
Book reviews, (mostly YA) combined with the life musings of an empty nester.