(Written when the kids were small and I had a babe-in-arms.)

Sometimes in the morning after having prepared six breakfasts, packed one lunch, seen a daughter off to school and a husband off to work, I stop and take a look around the house. I see the dirty breakfast dishes on the table, the spilled breakfast cereal under the table, and a box of crayons dumped on the floor. There is a pile of dirty clothes to be washed, the kitchen floor to sweep, the beds are unmade, and the rug needs vacuuming. Also very much in evidence are two small girls running about half-dressed, hair uncombed, and one small girl running about stark naked. All in all, the place looks a complete mess and there isn’t a thing I can do about it at the moment because the baby is crying to be fed.

I must admit it–I like order. Were I childless, everything would be in apple-pie order. A place for everything and everything in its place, so the saying goes. But I am far from childless and though we try to have a place for everything, everything is seldom (if ever) in it. Read the rest of this entry »