Downsizing My Planner

I have always carried a purse/planner in the classic size, which can get pretty heavy!  Still, I always — where ever I went — had my planner and a ton of school info, addresses, phone numbers, appointments, and more at my fingertips.  I always felt prepared.

Of late, however, especially with my job at the bakery, I have had a hard time carrying my classic-size purse/planner.  It’s hard to find a purse/planner with enough room for cell phone, cosmetic-type things.  Also, I wanted to carry my gloves for trips into the freezer, a book to read on my break, so I was carrying my  purse/planner inside of a larger bag.  Too much!  

I downsized!  I spent some time at Staples trying to picture myself carrying a smaller purse/planner.  I found one with a strap, so it can be carried like a purse, but it’s small enough to be considered wallet-sized, so it would actually fit inside a larger bag without being a nuisance.

Viola!

I just hope I can live with it.  The pages are smaller, but I think I am indeed gonna like it.  Only time will tell.

More treasures from the thrift store…

I love finding these beautiful, large baskets.  I am thinking that, filled with some of the other vintage treasures I find and the wonderful things we sell at work, they would make great gift baskets.

I found a beautiful stationery set yesterday, unopened, very nice. 

Lynn

It’s Monday…again!!

Well, it’s Monday for me anyway.  I have been off work for a couple of days and today is my Monday.  It’s a fine thing to have days off in the middle of the week.  The stores are not as crowded.  It’s pretty easy to run errands.  But Thursday is my Monday, and I have those Monday blues!  Even if it’s Thursday for the rest of you!

I have been thinking about this post right here.  I meant what I said about not spending entire days cleaning, but I do love a clean house.  I really do.  I cannot sit down with a cup of hot tea and a magazine and enjoy myself if everything around me is messy and there’s dirt on the floors and the bathrooms are a total yucky mess.  So what’s a girl to do???!!!

I have made a cleaning schedule for myself that I hope will help.  My goal is to do a spot check of each room in the house every morning and spend no more than a minute or two straightening key disaster areas.  I will also spray down the bathrooms and quick wipe surfaces to keep the bathrooms clean.

The law has been laid down for the children that I want to enjoy my days off so they BETTER keep things straight. 

As far as intensive cleaning.  I will do certain rooms on certain days:

  • Monday:  Husband’s bathroom, my bathroom, master bedroom
  • Tuesday:  Kitchen, pantry, hallway
  • Wednesday:  Living room, den
  • Thursday:  Upstairs bedroom 1, children’s bathroom
  • Friday:  Upstairs bedroom 3, mudroom, office
  • Saturday:  Upstairs bedroom 2, front porch, yard

That is when I will do my 15 (okay, maybe 30) minutes of intense cleaning and decluttering.

I am really, really going to try and stick to this.  I worked on some projects yesterday.  I framed some old photos and hung up a beautiful baby sweater I found out antique store and thrift store shopping.  It has a quilted look.  Don’t ask me why I am hanging baby clothes up for decoration.  I don’t know, except that it just warms my heart to see them hanging around!

Happy Thursday!

Who’s That Babe?

My little girl – my baby – is growing up.  She definitely is, and will always be, the baby in the family.  I have enjoyed every precious wonderful minute of her, too, since I knew from the time of her birth that we weren’t having any more. 

I cannot tell you what a little lady she is.  Sweet.  A princess.  The princess of the universe.  It also makes me giggle to see how tough she can be.  (What’s a girl to do when she has three big brothers??)

As her 9th birthday approaches, I find myself pondering many things.  No more babies for me – ever.   What kind of years will the next 8 be?  The ones that take her through adolescence and into her own life.  I know they’ll go by fast.  My own life is passing by.

She got tearful a couple of nights ago and cried at bedtime.  She didn’t want me to know it, but you know how mamas are.  She had her back to me, but I knew she was crying the minute I saw her.  She said she was worried about something happening to me.  I reassured her the best I could.  But how can you make promises about something like being here forever?  I tip-toed around saying anything concrete, holding her tight, and she went to sleep, reassured, in spite of my being vague – for lack of a better word.  

There’s not anything wrong with me that I know of, but I have always had a hard time saying an untruth like I’ll live forever.  In fact, I wouldn’t dare tempt fate like that.

Anyway, I look at my princess of the universe, growing up, and making me look back in wonder at how I managed to grow up myself and have such a wonderful, tender-hearted little girl.

The Gift of Time

Time is more precious than gold.  Once spent, it cannot be gotten back!  I don’t think I really respect that fact like I should each day. 

 Robert Orben said:

“Time flies.  It’s up to you to be the navigator.”

The navigator.  That’s powerful.  My place for the largest part of each day is of the highest authority in our home.  I am the navigator. 

I am responsible for not only what I do with the time I am granted today, but also for what my children do with this day. 

Left to themselves, my children would easily squander the entire day with video games.  Perhaps allowing them to do so would give me some valuable time to get some important things done.  But what is that doing to them??

Worse still, what if I allow them to squander the day playing video games so that they are out of my hair while I squander the day playing on the internet?  

With that, I’ll close.  A good picture book is close at hand.  Breakfast as a family awaits.  A yard full of nature begs to be admired.  Some quiet time of meditation and re-evaluation and journaling are necessary to bring order to what we will do with this day.