Wednesday's Example of Domestic Bliss

First of all, I Stopped numbering Wednesday's Bliss posts, for a couple of reasons...1) I lost track 2) It highlights how infrequently I get that post up and 3) Is anyone else keeping track?

Every year I haul the cardboard banana boxes and dollarstore banker boxes out of the basement and we decorate for the holidays. Every year I struggle to identify the correct cardboard cartons, sometimes I bring up Michael's 'Box o Bachleorhood' in error or the 'carton of crap' that used to be the toddler craft box. My basement is a mecca of corrugated surprises. So this year when it came time to pack up Christmas I decided that I would try my hand at Martha Stewart-esk organization.

I went to the store, I bought some fabulous bins, I packed up Christmas and here they are...

Sitting in the livingroom right were I packed them up. If I take them downstairs they are going to be the beauty queen at the ogre's banquet. That's assuming I can find them a place to live in  boxboard haven.

Advance gratitude today for my lovely husband and his patient diligence this coming weekend, as we sift through the sea of boxes, bringing order and organization to the storage quarters in the basement.

Gratitude, Hope and Smiles are yours to share.

Michelle

Caught Up in June Blur!

June has begun! Anyone who has school age children knows that June is filled to capacity with scheduling.

If you've been missing posts from me....here is why....

In these 30 days we will...

• Prepare E-man for his talent show comedy routine
• Send KJ on a 3 day excursion to our Nation's Capital
• Attend a local gallery to celebrate 2 pieces of surrealism by Lula
• Find and return all outstanding school library books
• Study for exams
• Find a graduation dress
• Complete highschool summatives
• Find shoes to match a graduation dress
• Remember to dress appropriately for 3 separate field trips
• Attend graduation
• Find awesome end of the year teachers appreciation gifts
• Attend a talent show
• Negotiate summer supervision routines

These are the HAVE TO's on top of work and our normal daily routines

We're also trying to squeeze in

• Motorcycle lessons
• Berry picking and jam making
• Preparing for a teenager to drive
• Gardening
• Father's Day
• Summer Clothes shopping
• and Doctor's appointments

Should be an easy feat! If you happen to read some peculiar postings in The Space or Smothered in Butter, if you come upon a tweet that seems to be twittered in tongues, if you struggle to make sense of my Facebook status on any given day in the next 30....I'll warn you now that I don't handle sleep deprivation well. I tend to loose focus and clarity, my all ready off beat humor follows a vein of greater off-beated-ness. I opt to laugh my way through chaos....

The remaining days of June might be a little challenging to follow but I'd be ever so grateful if you continued on anyway. I have a feeling I'm going to require some encouragement!

Spend some moment everyday in reflection of gratitude and happiness. Even if the time found is standing in line for coffee...use is wisely.


Michelle


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Cross That Bridge When You Get to It.

If you were to walk into my kitchen right now and set your sights on the table you would be staring right into the very abyss that has swallowed my last nerve.


"My last nerve" I say that all the time in my parenting life. It flys from my lips as my children engage in vocal warfare "Knock it off...I'm down to my last nerve!" The child who incesantly pleads for the latest toy or begs merciously for a grounding reprieve hears "I've got one nerve left and you're standing on it!" (that's a warning shot). At some point during teenage PMS week I usually declare "That's it! my nerves are shot!" I'm not going to lie, there have been nights when I curl up in Michael's arms and cry "My nerves can't take any more."


There are a hundred events capable of bringing me to my knees and finding me resorting to the "Nervous" phrase. No single event however has greater power than