I've been doing a lot of reading on a lot of blogs and lately there have been many comments and posts regarding "authenticity" or, more to the point, the lack thereof. I have to say, I adhere to the authentic only because it is far too much work - and I don't have the imagination for - the alternative.
I started my "glimpse" posts in order to give you (and remind me) of the bits and pieces of my day that amuse, frustrate or just promote eye rolling and the occasional head shake. More than capturing happiness, or simple things, or other generally positive and uplifting aspects of my life, which are abundant, these are the real parts of my days that, when I have the foresight to bring my camera, I am able to capture: the bikers on Lakeshore who ride 3 or 4 across so I can't pass and then get pissy when I do; the dirty plate with BBQ sauce microwaved hard on, left in the sink; the forgotten school locker key, cellular phone, homework; the stinky hockey gear left in the equipment bag, fermenting; the fact that I no longer have one teaspoon in the house; the clean clothes sent down with the dirty clothes to be washed again, to not be put away again, and the cycle continues; the empty milk container put back in the fridge. You know. The REAL part of our days.
This week, my reality:
No, this is not my closet. Mine is now all cleaned out and sorted. Mine hasn't looked this bad since I was an 11 year old kid. How do I know this? Because this is the closet of my 11 year old kid. Bah!
Once I saw this I took a tour of all the closets and dressers and EVERYONE is now on board, displaying varying degrees of reluctance, with more than just our Family Statement of Purpose, but Project: Simplify as well.
Everyone will have plenty of time to clean and make a plan for maintaining. After all, television and computer privileges (except homework) have been suspended until they do.
