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January 2013

Cleaning House

I have blogged many times about how order escapes me.  Now that three of my kids are grown, I remind myself that they turned out well in spite of my quirky disorganized ways. Besides, I tell myself, I have ten kids, and who (except Mrs. Duggar) could be organized with ten kids?  Nevertheless, I am constantly trying to improve my methods, and this week I reviewed a book that is truly helpful. 

Cleaning House by Kay Wills Wyma takes a new approach to organization. She goes an impressive step further--not only helping her five kids to get organized, but also helping them to get over themselves.

Organized Schmorganized

I have a confession to make:  I despise organization.
 
Don't misunderstand.  I would love tobeorganized.  But I am convinced my abilities are limited.
 
Getting ready for church, for example, was a nightmare when I lived in the Bible Belt back when church attire was in a class by itself.   Finding shoes and socks that matched 18 feet was a routine Sunday morning frustration--also in a class by itself..  One morning we were down to the wire and I was frantically throwing shows out of the shoe basket, crying, "I

Angel Emma

Sooner or later, Mom Dot gives each of her grand kids a nickname.  She calls Dorothy, her own name sake, Do It Yourself Dorothy.  Mary is Amazing Mary.
Tiger, the oldest, is The Perfect One--and, yes, his siblings still speak to him.  (I can explain, but that is a blog for another day).  And when Emma was just a preschooler, her grandmother named her Angel Emma.  
  
Emma turns 14 today and is still living up to her nickname.  She is my sixth of ten kids; my third of five girls.
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