Yesterday one of my co-workers asked me how I keep my house in order while working full time. Ha ha ha house in order....how humorous.
For some reason I can only get into 'the zone' to clean my house and get organized at night. Last night I conquered the kitchen at least. I was up late cleaning and going through my pile of papers when I realized: I AM MY MOM.
Growing up, I always remember hearing my mom puttering around in the kitchen late at night. It was comforting knowing she was out there, still awake, keeping all the monsters and bad guys at bay. I guess we are both night owls. Sometimes I will get an email from her and the time reads something ridiculous like 2 am. My guess is that she is up late worrying about her kids. Do the worries just compound on each other with the more kids you have??
My mom and I share a hobby of collecting recipes and never actually making them. Hers are nicely organized in binders and photo albums in her kitchen, mine are websites bookmarked in my internet browser. She promised me that I could have all of her recipes when she dies. Goody.
I can only hope that someday my house will be in showroom condition at all times like my Mom's and I will be able to pull off cooking dinner for 20 without even blinking an eye.
I look at my Mom in wonder too. She assures me that with 40 years of practice I will someday get my act together just like her. I have a sneaky suspicion that she uses some sort of voodoo magic to keep everything running smoothly.
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