During Jack’s birthday party on Saturday, a package was delivered to the house for me.  Towards the end of the gathering, I slipped off to my bedroom and opened the box.  The breakable contents (dessert plates!) were packed with striped of paper filling every possible area in that box.  Trust me when I tell you that there was no chance that those plates were going to break.  Anyway, the crowd left and I began to meander through the house picking up displaced items.  Mr. Thompson had graciously run out to get take-out for dinner.  To be honest, I was exhausted.  It had been a long day.  I walk into my room, and…..{deep inhale}

The picture doesn’t do it justice; the room was covered in the packing strips.  Covered.  I stopped for a second to evaluate the situation.

In my head:

I am going to have to clean this mess up one way or the other.  Options.  #1-Put a stop to all this fun and clean up this mess…NOW!  #2-Have a little fun with the boys and clean it up later.

I think that I made the right choice 🙂  Mr. Thompson did too (although he admitted that he was somewhat surprised!).

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Especially over these past few days, I’ve been thinking about how fleeting our lives are.  My boys will be grown before I know it, and I am trying to soak up as much of their childhood as I can.

Also I can happily report that the paper swept up easily, and that it took Mr. Thompson and I less than 5 minutes to get it all up!