Confession #1
I am a space case. I never know where I put things. Every morning I am running around the house like crazy looking for my keys, my lunch, my medicine bag, shoes, my glasses or my pants. This has been especially bad as I have been living my life on muscle relaxers, nerve medicines and pain pills for the last while.
Confession #2
I am in no way, shape or form a neat and clean person. This is not to say I don't shower, but that growing up, my room was a mess, and today, my house is usually a mess (my mother is either shaking her head or rolling on the floor laughing right now). This house cleanliness has been especially bad for the last year and a half or so. Bryson is so busy with seminary and work, and my body has had a very hard time trying to bend over to pick up and clean.
Confession #3
While I am great at many things, little details like where the sugar container goes and putting the toilet paper on the roll generally slip my mind. I am much better at things that are not important that occupy all my brain power, letting these essential elements go to pot. Usually, this also requires me sprinting to the bathroom because I am working on something very unessential that is consuming all of me.
Where the story gets good
Today, I did clean! It still was not the best thing for my back, but it wasn't too bad either. I cleaned our kitchen, the living room, and scrubbed and picked up the bathroom. It's still not spotless, but we don't look like savages anymore either.
Tonight, I got up to use the bathroom. (Remember, I usually am running to the bathroom... but the end of the first book of the Hunger Games was so good!!!) We are on our last roll of toilet paper (read: little detail deficiency) and I started searching for the glorious roll (confession #1). I checked behind the shower curtain... the back of the toilet... the sink... under the sink... you know, all my usual places! Getting desperate and nervous, I start to run to the kitchen to grab some paper towels...
...and I see the toilet paper on the roll. Who would've thunk it! What a wonder cleaning your home does.
(Yes, that was a very long story for a little event. Read: I get focused on unimportant things letting the important things go to... shoot! I'm late getting media done for church tomorrow!!!)
