“My head hangs lower and I begin to cry. I need to try harder, to be more disciplined, more structured. I somehow need to find more energy. This coffee isn’t cutting it anymore. I am tired. I am spent. I am a failure and the day is only half through. The tears begin to flow faster.
Then, I stop to look around. . .”
I was ready for a change, ready to find a solution to the never ending disaster of our place–the toy mess. I started by weaning out a large majority of them. A large majority?? You would never know! There were still so many nice ones I knew the kids did not “need” but could not… Continue reading My Solution to the Endless Mess of Toys
It was war–them verses the huge spider web. I felt a bit sorry for the the little insect. How many weeks, months, did it take him to weave his intricate and delicate home, only to be demolished in five seconds by my crew. I discovered it could be repaired in 30 minutes and now do… Continue reading What is Your Plan of Attack?