I have discovered something about myself. Seems like I keep doing that, discovering something about myself. I hate the dishes in the sink, and a messy refrigerator. Drive me absolutely nuts.  I find myself cleaning the kitchen every night just so that the sink is empty and frequently organizes the refrigerator.

My newest project is the laundry room. Ache. What a mess I choose to deal with.  But my mama does loads of laundry, and well I want to bless her. I found awesome purple bins at the dollar store. They’re almost perfect. I’ll create labels, hopefully my sister will let me borrow her calligraphy pen. Do you know how awesome those things are! Or how expensive…the really good ones. Sheesh. But Kate has talent and some day when I have made a mass amount of money, I hope to encourage her with a present of one to her. Cough…in the meantime I’ll just supply her with ones I can afford. I love seeing her get excited about calligraphy, but back to laundry room. I plan on making these cute labels. By the time I am finished, it’s hello pretty!

Actually, I lied. I have several…well okay many projects going on at once. Which would make sense that my room is messy, way too messy for my taste.  Next week, I’ll be meeting with doctors. Then I’ll have interviews and hopefully be meeting with people who can get my business legal. I have been working several hours a day on my business plan. If things happen the way I hope, by the time I’m twenty-seven I’ll have firmly established businesses.  But owning your own business, takes guts, sweat, determination, disciplined, and well a few tears along with a healthy dose of laughter. I am fiercely working to be legal by January 31th.

So trying to find a job, build my business, turn my (cough mom’s home upside down to turn it right side up- organized it), build two websites, do two graphic design job, work my part time job as a nanny, take care not one, but two sick people, cook, clean, shop, read, and the list goes on, budget time and money, dedicate at least one hour to myself just to be once if not twice a week, and ect. I have decided that I’m learning what it means to be a wife/mom. You laugh. I can hear you.

What a single woman know something about being a wife or even mom? Well…in my uneducated experience I’d like to say I know a tinsy bit. I’m pretty sure that this is good practice for how to run a home at the very least. My 16 kids whom I spend time with at least twice a week…last month it was once a week sometimes more, have taught me more than they’ll ever know. As for the rest…well time and experience will teach me.

One thing I have learned is I am NOT a humble woman in the kitchen, my pride is a hot air-balloon just waiting to explode. I have never argued so much in my life..or got mad like a wet hen before. Three women in the kitchen and a man? NOT a good idea. Two women and a man- awesome! Poor Dad, he got the brunt of the all the confusing directions. No wonder he went off and “beat the band”.  All I know is next christmas mom’ll cook and I’ll shop. We’ll both be happy campers and I won’t ruin the sweet potato casserole. The ruined casserole was “not” my fault- we ran out of brown sugar. “Real” sugar didn’t cut it. At least Kate and I didn’t starve  our parents, that is some what of a comfort. The sugar cookies and the asparagus casserole were a hit though.

Lol. Next Christmas…I wonder where we will all be?

Oh! Before I forget. Christmas was waaaay lacking this year, but our New Year Party was a blast! We watched It’s a Wonderful Life with a group of friends. Dad finally brought us into 21st Century, and brought a new TV. Our old TV was dying a terrible death with purple color on one edge and a yellow spot on the other edge. It is nice to have clear picture and not be embarrassed by the old tube of a thing taking up so much room. At any rate, it helped us hoot and holler at the movie. I rather hope we do it again soon.