I'd love to tell you all with confidence and honesty that I am a good
housekeeper, a neatnick, a clutter-clearing wizard. And I'd love to to
tell you that the fact I edited and wrote some content for a mom's
organizational book last year means I have some kind of (ahem)
expertise in the area of putting away all that stuff in piles on the
dining room table, dressers, desks, couch and any other reasonably flat
surface. Alas, I do not. I try.
Lord knows, I try. As I move
away from my marriage, the refuge of my parents house during my
separation and blaze into life as a single mama, I feel even more
committed to trying to be one of those people with clean counter tops
and organized closets who is not afraid for visitors to pop by or
worried that bills are tucked into the bins of plastic trucks and
puzzles. To get there, I will need a lot of patience, a good chore
schedule and to send up lots of prayers for mercy and guidance from
these domestic demi-goddesses:
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