Back to reality

Had a refreshingly fun weekend with friends, then dinner with other friends last night, which really rejuvenates . . . Perhaps that's how I had the energy to prep Julie's room for the maids coming today. Why does a kid layer pencil and crayon shavings between play food and her clothes? And how do I pick up hundreds of 2-mm beads that have been crushed into the mesh of her hamper or mixed into the carpeting with her hamster's poop? I'm hip to recycling, but what possesses her to pick items out of the trash & recycle bins to make clothes/accessories for her doll, mixing perishable foodstuffs with Play-dough (sp?) and fabric? I distinctly remember the ability to color without dumping every crayon in the house out first. 'Nuff said.