here we go monday, here we go

It's gloomy and dark this morning, as she set about her daily strewing of random junk over the house.  It's the age.  A friend said they're like raccoons at two, with the wandering around making messes.   The good part is there are a lot more people in the house who neaten than mess these days, so it's not a big deal.

Back in the day when there were many mess-makers and I was the only neatener, it could get pretty annoying and tiresome.  There was a particular type of mess I hate the most.  I called it the "Dump and Stir."

That was when they'd dump out a bunch of stuff and mix it up: puzzles, potato heads, fisher price crap, on it went--time consuming to sort all that out again.

Then we decided to carry in the milk man food.  He comes on Monday morning.  Sunday night Jay fills out the slip telling him what we want and staples on a check for last week's food.     We get milk and Yo-J, but he also has pizza and frozen soup, Moo Jrs and eggs.   It's a little more expensive than the grocery store, but not too much.   He's been coming by for maybe fifteen years now?  It's a good thing.  He also has dishsoap and trash bags and a few other random, weird items that are actually kind of handy.

Anyway, she HATES wearing shoes or a jacket, but she agreed to quick put them on so she could help carry in the milk man food.  (Old Easter shoes from her aunties?  That's what she showed up in this morning.)   But then, as fast as she put them on, she tore them off again like they were giving her a bad itch.

That's okay.  We just carried in the milk man stuff without her.  She held the door and kept saying, "It's cold."

Then I realized there was someone in the office.  Who??  Jay's at work.   In a few minutes, I could hear a little voice chattering away all alone.   I knew who it was.

 Her, hiding out working on her papers in peace at Dad's desk.  There you go. That works.

Now it's time to get out of these pajamas and get some things done around here.

Happy Monday, and it's worth noting we are just that much closer to spring, and Yay for that.   love, Val