It happened again last night. The one stop call that tells us school is cancelled in our little neck of the woods because of the possibility of inclement weather.
I’m pretty sure Northerners chuckle at us over that. If they care to notice at all that northeast Georgia is getting a bit of ice on roads and back decks and front patios.
So again. Just like last Friday. Extra hours at home. Which is fine. Which is great. Which is sweet if I’m in the right mood to just enjoy some extra time with my girls and their artistic temperaments and their love of 80s shows on Netflix.
Except I wasn’t really. I’m in an organizing mood. A cleaning mood. A clear out the cobwebs kind of mood. Doesn’t really work with a houseful of ornery kids.
Again I pick up the toys. Again she dumps out the box of My Little Ponies and packs them into the carrying case for the American Girl dolls. Again I sort the legos from the zoobles from the Happy Meal toys and again I find them scattered all over the house, a trail of breadcrumbs from the kitchen to the bedrooms to the hiding places under the computer desk. Again I sweep the floor and again he drops puffs and bits of bread just to see them fall. Again I stack the books spine to the edge of the shelf for easy access only to find them piled beside the bed and shoved between the couch cushions.
Again, again, again.
Yet I keep trying, I keep hoping, I keep believing that if I just fix it again, this time it will stay put away.
Someday that will work, and then, am I really going to be wishing to do this all over again?