You never know when inspiration is going to strike. I'm spending the weekend in Columbia for an annual Autism conference. I attended last year and walked out of there feeling super-charged. I always meant to write about all my favorite things from that conference but never got around to it. (Actually, it was that weekend last March that I was arrested. I've thought many times how glad I was that I happened to be gone that weekend. Read about it here.) Something about being gone for three nights and four days has compelled me to do the things I'm often loathe to do- like vacuuming, cleaning bathrooms, and ... going through the mail. My least favorite household job EVER.
I'm sorry, I know nobody wants to see my mess, but check out these piles. Yikes. I LOVE to be organized. I love for things to be put away. So why am I so often disorganized? I let the piles build and build and build for months and then I work through them. Why can't I follow the counsel of the fly lady and spend two minutes every morning sorting mail? You can barely see it but at the bottom of the above picture is a gently used sucker. Franny came home with it on Valentine's day and she wanted to eat it. I told her she could have five minutes with it and that was it. That sucker is the size of her face. At least that's an easy one. TRASH. So that's what I'm up to this morning. Up to my ears in preschool art, mail that was never even opened, and various recipes and gardening research printed from internet. It's going to be a long day! I'm giving myself until dinner time to get this table clean.