When I Was in High School

I took a composition class that I loved. We had an assignment to write a descriptive essay. I don't remember the specifics but I wrote about our kitchen in the morning. I felt that there were many descriptive words that could describe the mayhem in the mornings. I described in great detail the dishes piled high, the sticky floor.....on and on. I remember that Mom read my paper and had that look accompanied by an embarrassed chuckle. She said something to the effect of What must your teacher think? As a teenager, I didn't think about that. I just thought it was a good material.

Now as I think back, how did Mom do it? Really....8 kids to feed and get ready and sign homework for and make lunches for and drive to school. Lots of times to three different schools. Whatever disaster occurred in the morning was gone when we got home.

So today I was thinking about that paper as I looked at Brandon's dirty knees because my floor has not be mopped in about a week. YUCK! I am just trying to keep things going. Do the best that I can with what I have. Handle the most serious crisis and then deal from there. So the floor happens to be last on my list. Since it is grossing me out, it will be the first on my list tomorrow after my presidency meeting.

Speaking of "what must they think? " Kids do that to you. Say things that make you look really bad. Has happened to us on a few occasions. Oh well, I say.