I am a creature of habit, a fan of home, a doer of every day tasks. I like change, flux, and spontaneity.

Sometimes the dishes don’t get done until morning and sometimes we just take a week off of school unplanned.

Sometimes I plant 100 seeds and only one germinates.

Sometimes the tasks I claim to loath the most are the ones that transform me and bring me peace.

Sometimes I write something slightly controversial and spend the rest of the week wondering if I should have hit publish. I pretty much avoid controversy at all costs in “the real world”.

Sometimes I create kitchen work spaces in our living room. It doesn’t make sense, but it works for me.

Sometimes when I see people who keep a really neat home I think that they are as pulled together as their living room. Our home is full of dirt and grime and clutter and a bundle of imperfections and contradictions. When the bathroom is clean the bedroom is not and if the dishes are done the laundry probably isn’t.

Yep, I am like my home. When you see the living room freshly vacuumed you can only imagine what filth you might find in the hamper.