Oh mom, am I going to be like you?

There was laughter in her tone, but truth in her words. I was doing my best “Grampy” imitation and we were both laughing. That’s when she said it, “Mom, am I going to grow up and be like you? Am I going to say all the silly things Grampy says and now you say?” I reassured her that yes, you will grow up to be like me, only you will be doing imitations of your father, not mine. She didn’t find much solace in that, instead she expressed that she would rather grow up to be like her dad. Well, I can’t blame her, I mean he is pretty amazing. She said she wanted to be all organized like dad. She knows I try, but we both know I fail. I want to be organized, I re-organize things constantly (this drives Greg crazy because he can’t seem to find anything!) I read books about organization, I buy things to make me organized, I create a board on Pinterest called ALL ABOUT ORGANIZATION and yet… I still live in a state of frustrated un-organization.

I am trying with new zeal; for her, for Greg, for the boys, for me… I guess this is part of STREAMLINE. I have said for a year now that I think we have twice the “stuff” we need. I believe the biggest part of my struggle is that everything doesn’t have a place; so therefore it isn’t in its place! She probably won’t change her mind; and that’s ok, but I can make our life a little less stressful by making it less “stuff”full.

A glimpse of a past attempt at organization: Home canned veggies from our garden, but notice the mugs. Christmas mugs out in August? Oh well…