Not because I did anything remotely crafty such as canned or cooked anything. If you know me, you can throw your hands up and Amen now.
No, my house smells like pickles because it's a rare freezing, rainy Saturday morning in Central Florida, and all I really want to do is work on my novel, play on social media, mail books out to my peeps, and drink coffee.
However, what I am tasked to do today (by my list making self) is 1) Assist my 12 year old daughter in cleaning out her closet, 2) Clean out the Refrigerator and Pantry, and 3) Tackle Mount Saint Laundry.
1) The Closet- She has reached the age where she values her privacy. Therefore, she has offered to begin this ginormous undertaking on her own, which entails her taking out stuffed animals, castles, AG dolls and their respective wardrobes and belongings, furniture (don't ask), and HUNDREDS of dollars worth of clothes and art supplies, piling them on her bed in order for the sorting, throwing away, and organizing process to begin. Her tween self is happily plugged in to her wireless headphones bee bopping to music while I tip tap away at this blog (and figuring out how to navigate the mysterious world of Pinterest). For that, I am thankful.
3) Mount Saint Laundry-I know I'm out of order, but I can't put 2 in front of 3 because 2 is the whole point of the blog. Can't I just change the numbers? Yes, but there really isn't much to say about the mountain that is tackled and rebuilt every single solitary week. Sheets are going (they just whined/beeped at me), towels are next, and then the clothes. It is what it is, as it shall be forever more.
2) The Refrigerator-Honest to God, it's a wonder we are not all dead. Not from expired food. I'm kind of a stickler about that. But the condiments y'all. Can't keep up with when I buy all that junk. So, it was the job I was determined to "fly" through. And when I say fly, I mean throw most of it away. A clean sweep. Outa here. Hasta la vista, baby. So, I lay everything out on the counter, dutifully checking dates. At least 20 items, anything from hot sauce to ranch dressing to grape jelly to PICKLES are prepared for their demise. I retrieve my industrial size trash bag, and that's when the adrenaline rush from my 3 cups of coffee sets in. In a rush to get it DONE, I lost my mind. Literally! I began throwing stuff in that bag like it was balls of paper, instead of containers made of GLASS. And you can guess the rest. Pickle explosion. That ripped the bag. And left a trail of expired pickle juice from my kitchen to the garage.
Now my house smells like pickles.
And my people are allergic to candles and almost anything with a scent.
So, my solution. Brew more coffee. Which is exactly what I need today. Why? Because I just opened my daughter's door to this:
Feel free to pray . . .
And no, the pantry isn't getting done.
Moving with Scribbles,
Amanda Williams is a forty-year old wife and mother of two who can still swing her pony tail and display just a tad of sass. She is also a Jesus loving girl who realizes she is nothing without the One who saved her. Amanda has two degrees specializing in serving students with special needs and is currently working in the field of Leadership Development. She is a Christian author, speaker, blogger, and publisher who loves serving beside her husband at her local place of worship, First Baptist Church of Ocala.