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October and Stuff

I was sitting here browsing the good ole web (do people call it that anymore?) and I heard the happy little chime of the dishwasher go off. Currently the dryer is still clack-a-lacking away. My daily chores are being done as I sit and type. Literally being done for me, like magic.

How easy do we have it? I mean seriously?

I have been reading the Laura Ingalls Wilder series to my girls at night before bedtime, and we read about the daily chores, and the once a week baths and the long winters and I am humbled.

This isn't the first time that little pioneer girl has slapped some sense into me.

I complain about the piles of laundry and the stacks of dirty dishes. I swear about the endless cleaning and picking up in circles around my two little ones.

What I wouldn't give for a simpler time.

Then it hits me. I have it six thousand times more simple than the pioneers did. I am the one who is making it hard on myself.

My kids could stand to lose over half their toys and they would still never get bored. They have so many clothes that their dressers won't hold them all. No wonder the laundry pile grows to enormous proportions!

I could pitch about twenty magazines on any given day and the stacks of mail would quickly dwindle. Laura didn't have it more simple than me, she had it so much harder and instead of complaining about it, she just did something about it.

Since we just built this house, I don't think the hubs would take kindly to me telling him I am ready to jump into the new micro-mini living fad. In fact I think he would probably have me committed! So instead I will downsize within my own setting. I will purge a little here and make a little more room there.

I am my own worst enemy for clutter and it's time I kick myself in gear! So here's to the first of October, may it be the month I jump start my hibernating induced desire to purge!

Buuutttt,  if you don't hear from me, it's because I have gone off the grid and am living here...



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  1. This looks like the perfect Guesthouse for us, MaKaela! :)

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  2. You have such an interesting blog. Thanks for sharing, I enjoyed reading your posts. You have an expressive, conversative writing tone. All the best for your future blogging journey.

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