Trying to Live by Our Own Set of Rules
We had to make a new rule at The Little House last weekend. Nothing gets thrown on the kitchen chairs or on the kitchen table unless we want it thrown away.
Ok, so that’s a little extreme, but the mess that had built up on the table, which is the place we seem to toss everything we don’t want to deal with, had become extreme.
My cousin called on Sunday to say she was stopping by before heading back to the city and I had yet to clean off the week’s worth of mail that magically built up on the table. As well, Dale had clothes thrown over the back of the chairs, and the place looked messy.
I had to whirl around like a dervish trying to get everything in order before company arrived. At least that got done, so I could put my cute little gingerbread house out on the table (pictured above).

