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Thursday Thirteen-Thirteen things that prove how crazy I am

1. I like things clean and orderly
2. Organization both a blessing and a flaw in me
3. EVERYTHING has a place & should be put back there after use
4. Things have to be straight
5. I cannot leave dishes in the sink
6. I can't rest/relax...there is always something to do
7. I have to be challenged constantly or I'll get bored
8. Everything has to match
9. I will start one thing and think of a billion other things I have to do and realize after a few minutes that I am trying to do a billion things at one time
10. I always seem to be rushing to get out the door no matter how much time I give myself
11. The decorative pillows on my bed go a certain way and that's that (Scott loves to mess with me and move them around or mess them up)
12. I will walk around my house straightening things throughout the day
13. I clean up a mess before the mess is over

Case in point...even Jackson's caught on to mommy's craziness



After I had cleaned the entire house, Jackson decided to take every toy out of his toy box and throw them all over the floor. This was after he dumped his raisins out everywhere and was swatting at them with the fly swatter he had found in the drawer. All I could do was laugh! He has learned well from his dad!

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Shannon said…
Oh Megan - I think we might have been separated at birth. Your "13" sounds like a day at my house. Brian, too, loves to mess with me and is constantly asking me to just sit down an relax. But there is ALWAYS something that could be cleaner or more organized. Sometimes I actually act on the thought that I need to slow down and realize that time on the couch with Brian may be what's more important.
February 7, 2008 at 11:32 AM
RLPC said…
You don't need to tell this to me.

I'm glad your boys tease you from time to time.

Love Dad
February 7, 2008 at 1:05 PM
RLPC said…
You don't have to explain this to me.

I'm gald your boys tease you from time to time.

Love Dad
February 7, 2008 at 1:07 PM
The Giggling Begins... said…
Wow I wish I was more like you! Can you come over to my house and organize? JK! Love ya!
February 7, 2008 at 1:33 PM
Kristi said…
I wish I were more like you! Feel free to come over to my house if you ever need a challenge.
February 7, 2008 at 4:15 PM
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