What, I haven't written?

I thought I'd written.

Sorry about that.

This blogging in my head ought to stop.

I had a busy day yesterday. On top of having the children rotating through their schoolwork, we had some cleaning up to do, where we'd gotten behind, before we had friends come over.

I was trying to figure out whether having gained a vision/understanding of a cleanable, clutter-free, organized house has helped or not. Sometimes it seems like having gained that goal makes things harder, because my ability to reach the goal has not grown proportionally with the goal. So now I have this goal, this burning hope, out there, but when I work real hard I don't get as far as I dream.

It used to be that my goals were so low that just getting things somewhat tidied up seemed good enough. I think. Didn't it?

But now as I'm tidying up I see the clutter, or the piles of things that were put on the shelf because they didn't have a 'real home', or a convenient home, and I wish they were clean and organized and easy to put away. And when I am able to get the clutter put away, or tidied, then I see the crayon on the windowsill, or the splotch of who knows what on the wall, and wish I regularly got to cleaning those things up.

Much less decorating. Not fancy, mind you, just ... coordinated. If I could paint and arrange things so they looked purposeful and somewhat stylish... wouldn't that be nice!

Anyway, we spent the first half of the day scurrying around to reach the 'company clean' level which is never as high as I hope it will be. But in the end, we have a cleaner base from which to work on our zone jobs and hopefully we can not only maintain but make progress. I intend (in my head, anyway) to spend some time tackling some of my organizational nightmare areas, to declutter and logically (?!) organize, so that we CAN easily put things where they go.

This morning when one of the children came down, they commented how nice it looks to look into the living room and see it so clean, with only one throw pillow on the floor. It's nice that they see it, too.

Now to ... somehow ... keep up with it.

The second half of the day was playing with friends, playing with Moogie, choir registration for my two girls and a long parent meeting that taxed my attention. Then hurrying home for dinner (which was, at least, in the crock pot ready to go, yay!) and cleaning up after dinner. Which, really, took us almost to bedtime.

The other tiring part of the day was trying not to compare. Realizing that my busy day is many people's norm. I've realized how much more industrious most of my friends are. Organized, diligent, and industrious. I used to think perhaps I had some clever traits that were different but equally valuable, but I'm not so sure anymore. The ability to talk up a storm? To cook without a recipe? I just don't know if those measure up.

Not that we're supposed to measure up like that.

But sometimes it's hard not to.

OH, but tot totally change the subject: I DID take some pix of the hair so you could see me, since you asked so nicely. But I haven't looked at them yet. If they're okay pix I'll post one. If not, you'll have to wait until next time I play with it. I was thinking of getting another color, maybe a dark brown. And then I could do some stripes of red, some of brown. I could feasibly also do a stripe or two in the back (very gray) area of a light golden brown ... maybe. LOL.

maybe I'll look at those pix now. Stay tuned ....

(later ... really ...)

Okay, because you asked, and only because you asked, here's one pic. Excuse the shiny green glare on my glasses. You can't actually see the streaks here. Because the hair around my face is less gray, and the streaks were a little smaller, they're more subtle. But now you can see me, which is what you asked for, right?

Funny hair story. My mom came over yesterday and she left her hair down and wet. Supposedly to show me that it doesn't look good when left down and natural.

But it looked awesome. My mom has the hair I want. It's waist length, auburn, not much gray (less than I have, by far!) and has grown fairly evenly to that length. When she leaves it down to dry (which she never does!) it dries fantastic ringlets. I was going to take a picture, but she quick squarshed out the curls and put it in a ponytail. So you'll just have to take my word for it. My mom has the long thick awesome auburn ringlets I always dreamed of.

Oh well.