I am sitting on a post. I think it has the potential to induce cringing and eye-rolling. It is also one of those Staying vs. Working posts and those make me itchy for some reason. While I do not think it worthy of steam spewing from the ears, I am still not comfortable hitting publish just yet. So, I will sit on it a bit more. Like an egg.
At BlogHer, my roomies and I discussed our writing styles - Rita and I are firmly in the camp of writing a draft, then poring over it, whereas Blondie and Average Jane say they dash things off and let them go. Which astounded me because it sounded so brazen and liberated. I simply cannot do that and I rarely write a post and hit "publish". Well, except for this post, oddly enough.
Today, I did something I call Accidental Shoplifting. As you can guess, I got to the car and realized an item had snuck its way through without being hoisted onto the conveyer belt. Sorry 'bout that, Jesus. Darn it. Well, since I have children, I feel compelled to be some sort of moral and ethical role model (the nerve! I know!) And yes, I feel a greater obligation to Do The Right Thing and march back to pay for it. I did do that once when Arun was smaller and spent a good 20 minutes "making a point." I ended up with a clear conscience and a screaming baby past his naptime. Now? I have faith in the Universe that at some point, Costco, Target or Whoever has overcharged ME for something and that this is the Universe's way of restoring the Natural Order of Retail. Lightning did not strike the car on the way home today, so I think we are all good.
In other news, I have been working on two very important projects this week while Team Chaos is in school expanding their minds and working their way into Ivy League futures. I am working on Operation Paper and Operation Junk. These two projects consist of me taking boxes, marching through every single room in our house and compiling ALL of the stray paper into one (or two or three) boxes, then sitting on the carpet and making my way through it - filing, shredding, etc. Sadly, I actually came across unopened birthday cards (thanks CPAMom!!) Even more sadly, I am an Aries which means I have an April birthday. Operation Junk is a similar process except it involves all the random doodads that seem to fester in every single corner and nook in our house. Oh My GOD. How many paperclips and stray post-it notes does one household need? Not that many, I can assure you.
While I am excited about getting my house in order, I am sad to report that this makes for a very boring blog. I am not Swistle, who manages to make de-cluttering look like a carnival ride of fun.