It's hard not to consume myself with all the things I'm not doing, should be doing, need doing but have absolutely no idea how or when they will get done.
Every once in a while, amidst the craziness of managing our home and the kids, I have to step away from the to-do list and do something for myself to preserve my sanity.
Sometimes it's indulging in a row of Oreos with milk.
Other times it's gulping down a chapter of a delicious novel.
But usually it's reclaiming some space in the house that I can call my own little sanctuary.
Sometimes it's just a drawer, a file or a single kitchen cabinet.
Sometimes it's an entire room.
I know, I know. So totally not exciting.
But it's really nice when the rest of the house is a disaster...{you know, dishes piled high in the sink, dried applesauce covering the counters, Cheerios all over the floor, tooth paste splattered on the sink and mirror, toys, clothes, shoes and diapers littering the floors EVERY.WHERE!}....that I can walk to this door, open it, and say,
"Well, if nothing else, at least I've got my pantry."
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