For 35 years, I have had a recurring dream. I have moved (or am moving) into a new house. It is big and has great potential for a great place to live--a decorator's dream. (I am a frustrated home decorator.) BUT, the rooms are full of clutter. As I move from room to room picking up the things that have been left behind, I become aware that the job is unending...that I can never get to the decorating part because of the garbage. I talked to a counselor about it one time, MANY years ago. She and I determined that one's "house" is actually one's life, in a dream. I figured that the dream was an indication that my subconscious mind knew that I had "baggage" to get rid of before I could be free and happy. Well! That may have been true before, but now the reality is that I am living in a REAL house full of clutter that never seems to get picked up! In my few days at home this break, I have taken endless bags of trash out to the garbage cans. There are always at least TWO trash bags in the works somewhere in the house! The only answer to the problem is to get rid of "schtuff" as more is brought in. 'Tis a big job!
Yesterday, I kept Robin home from day care to be my helper. (Right!) Today, I kept Ryan. I should know better than to expect any real help from either...but at least they have some semblance of spring break. Tomorrow, they will BOTH go to day care because Grandma isn't making a lot of progress. Ryan watches "Dirty Jobs" on television and fancies himself to be Mike Rowe. When he is helping, we call him Mike.
Back to work here. I hope to find the living room before the day is over...
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