1. I talked Jeremy into an automatic dustpan. I love it. No more piles around the kitchen table waiting to be tracked into the rest of the house. No more "where did the dustpan go?" moments. No more complaints from Jeremy about why there are piles to begin with.
It super sucks like magic. My world's been literally transformed.
2. I wrote a letter of complaint to GAP (sad selection of back-to-school clothes, price points way off) and offered to be their mom-at-home marketing consultant, because after all, I am their target shopper -- my own kids, baby gifts, referral service for friends. And... I ACTUALLY got a letter back declining my offer, but so appreciative of my enthusiasm they enclosed a $10 gift card. GO Me!
3. I spent the whole week scrapbooking, condensing my kid's lives into 12X12 layouts, and am now up to date. I feel so organized. Just look at this moment, never to be forgotten. I love that Ruby is wearing her Tiffany necklace with the Indian Maiden Princess get-up. And I love that Ashton let her style him!
4. I've convinced myself to spend the entire next week tackling my disaster zone of a house (a mental victory, OK?) because, hey, when you're making 75 cupcakes for a Pack Meeting with two little boy helpers, things get dirtier faster than a speeding bullet. Who can complain when they're so darn cute? Even when, like Wyatt, they're trying to escape my camera and jump the balcony. You can hardly tell from his photo that just yesterday Wyatt electrocuted himself with scissors in the kitchen outlet. FYI: His hair ALWAYS sticks up like that, unless Jeremy is around.
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Funny, funny, funny. Brandy, I love reading your posts and your style of writing is fabulous. I'm also jealous of your up-to-date scapbooking and clean (hopefully!) house. Some day, Lindsay. Some, day.
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