Mid-winter cleaning..

So, one of the tasks that has been keeping me from posting is cleaning.. I have 4 kids, a dog, a cat, an assortment of hobbies that I'm currently undertaking, an assortment of hobbies I'm not currently undertaking but have supplies for, need I go on? If you've been to my house, you know that I'm a piler. I can't avoid it! I don't know how not to pile things here, there and everywhere. I'd like to be one of those people that doesn't have clutter in their life and can sort through the mail before they get it in the door, but I am not that person. I like to attribute my tendency towards piles to my crazy craftiness and strange abilities. I look at myself and I realize I'm a bit more capable of some things than other women I know, not that I'm complaining, nor am I boasting, I just know this about myself, good or bad. I also tend to become emotionally attached to pretty much anything, something my poor children have inherited.

With all this stuff flying about my head, I find myself mid-project a lot and mid-project is how many things stay. Bringing all this into context with my post title "Mid-winter cleaning," tomorrow I'm going to attempt to clean my studio. I've even gone so far as to ask for help from my dear friend Liz. I only hope she can break me of my bad habits and help me reduce the clutter of unused props, drops and random stuff, not to mention the craft supplies that I really have no time to use, nor do I expect to use any time soon. My heart is sad and a bit tense at the thought of giving up some of my favorite hobbies, but I realize that I'm not really giving them up, I'm just putting them on hold until a later date, just as I have put them in the closet because I can't use them currently.

So, until tomorrow... wish me luck because I REALLY need it, more for my heart than my ability to clean. The relief will be lovely though! :) Thanks Liz!

Where have I been?

A big apology for my overly busy life and my high level of procrastination. So, here I am!

As life goes, I've realized, once again, how quickly time flies. Today, I purchased a new car seat for Elijah, my seemingly new baby. The car seat is the convertible type, used for 5-80 pound children. As I installed the car seat in the van, Isaac, my "little dude", chatted with me. He asked if the seat was for him and I told him no that it was for the baby. He then asked if he could get in it and I told him no, that it was for the baby. Every time I spoke, he confirmed my statements by repeating each word. Later, we were inside the house and he told Alex about the new seat and that it's for the baby and that he can't get in it. It was such an eye-opening moment to hear him chatter on about our conversation with such knowledge and clarity. It made me think about how quickly the future takes place, it comes so very quickly.. My biggest fear is the thought that I might miss out on something important while I'm not looking...