Sometimes being a grown-up is no fun. Today, I spent the morning taking down all the Christmas decorations, tree, etc. And I thought to myself, "self, your Mom used to do alot of things for you." Ah, those were the days...though I didn't properly appreciate them at the time.
Sometimes I wish housecleaning, cooking, and laundry would just do themselves. The realization that I may never actually achieve everything all at once is a little depressing. I love having everything organized, labeled, and stored. Andrew makes fun of me because I think plastic boxes are the greatest thing and I can't properly clean and organize without them - a brown cardboard box just won't do.
My latest project has been sorting through my many cooking magazines and books. I'm cutting, copying, and pasting the recipes I think I will use onto 3x5 cards and then disposing of the rest. Lest you be concerned, I'm not pitching the cookbooks - just deciding which ones will have the place of honor in my kitchen and which ones will be stored upstairs. So, here's to a new year and a hopefully a more organized one.