Sometimes Something Has Got To Give

Someone came to my house last week unexpectedly. As she stood in the hall, I cringed. She had a clear view of the overflowing boxes that are part of a playroom reorganization project I never finished, the toys spread across both the living room floor and the havoc in my home office. I said what I always do when faced with messy home guilt.

"Sorry, it is so messy. I've been very busy this week and am in the middle of reorganizing."  

Promises, Promises

As January comes to end, I started thinking I should really finish planning my goals or resolutions for the year. Somehow the idea of a resolution seems so daunting and I think almost a joke-everyone seems to be more interested in how long it will take a resolution to fail.