The Snowglobe

Do you ever feel like you live in a snowglobe? Everyday someone (gee I wonder who...) picks up out globe and shakes it as hard as they can. The little snowflakes go flying everywhere, scattering wildly in an even layer throughout the entire house. And it's my job to put every single snowflake back where it belongs before it all gets shaken up again. Of course it's not really snowflakes but an eclectic and all-consuming collection of hairbrushes, story books, missing socks, various utensils, plastic toys, dishtowels, receipts, pincushions....how do each of these things all get out of place every single day? And can you imagine what it would be like if our house were bigger than 1000 square feet? Maybe I'd be thinner from running around putting things away. Or maybe it wouldn't look as messy because it would be more spread out. But I doubt it. I'd say it's similar in feeling to being assigned the task of keeping sopping wet sand piled into a tower. You just keep scooping and scooping and scooping and it just melts down the sides no matter what.

Well, I guess the only thing to do, besides giving up and letting my house look like it belongs in an episode of The Hoarders, is to just be grateful I have enough hair to warrant using a hairbrush, even if it somehow migrates to a new location on a daily basis. (The brush, not my hair. I guess a little of that migrates around too...) And be grateful that there is money to spend, even if it produces a few receipts floating around on the breeze. Life never seems to be a finished product, does it? Ah well, so it goes! Here's to my little snowglobe.