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The Paper Pile That Preaches
The stack of papers that caused the meltdown was still sitting on the table like it had something to say. blog notes, nots from Charlie for reminders for JPS paperwork, coupons from a lifetime ago because no, one seems to know how to put things in the trash, and a mystery sheet that looked like it belonged to someone who had their life together. That wasn’t me. Was it you? I sat down and stared at all the paperwork. The paperwork stared back. And then it hit me: The papers weren’t the problem. The pressure was. The pressure to be the mom who never forgets anything. The woman who keeps…
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The Missing Hour (Keys, Papers, and Letting Go of Perfect)
I don’t know if your home, but you would think the missing Hour (Keys, Papers, and Letting Go of Perfect) would happen much earlier than 9:00 am in my home but it doesn’t that is where the morning tests everything. You may be trying to leave—or finally start your day—and suddenly, nothing is where it should be. I’ve been up for hours and this is when chaos begins. Charlie is getting up and even thought I might have had Coffee he know wants Coffee. Don’t forget the Pizza. The dogs need to go for a walk. Can you do it Charlie in a minute. If we wait the dogs may…
Living a simple lifestyle from the front porch
