I've been having a bit of a pity-party about my disorganization the last week or so. There are times being an unorganized person causes more than the normal, bearable amount of chaos. This last week was definitely one of those weeks. My guys tolerate it remarkably well which I appreciate more than they know. When I don't fulfill my daily duties, it throws my chaos off onto them and there's nothing they can do about it.
We've been doing a whole lot of gardening. Since I'm writing gardening articles for Fiskars this summer, I have to do everything I can to try and make it successful. Will is hilling the potato plants here. Our bell pepper plants are in the foreground. At the end of the raised beds is a patch of weeds the size of a house that would cause the makers of Round Up experience elevated heart rates. We'll be tackling (and defeating) that next week.
Our evenings have been busy with baseball. Would someone please tell me how you're supposed to do this and feed your family dinner without serving tacos or spaghetti and meatballs every night? Seriously. Do I have to buy a crock pot?
Saturdays we watch this.
I love this photo. Love it. He threw for a first down at the sideline.
And, ironically, I'm supposed to have this read by May 12 for the book club I'm in. I haven't started it yet.
But today is the start of a new week! The dawn of a new beginning. A fresh start. The genesis of a June Cleaver week. White dresses. Heels. Lipstick. Dinner waiting in the oven. Boys that say, "Gee, that's SWELL!" Hmmm. Maybe I'll allow a tiny bit of that chaos.