A place for everything and everything in it's place.

I have some friends that are missionaries, and they write a blog. I read this just this morning... and I really liked the thought.

" A place for everything and everything in it's place"

This statement was made in reference to keeping a clean home.

There are many different places that I can apply this principle.

For example, with my recent weight issues, I think about those parts of my body that were affected by childbirth. I would like some things back in their normal place(s). Where they are supposed to be. Oh, well.

And, on the family side, I can apply this to the actions and attitudes of my children. I have to teach them that there is a time and a place for everything, right?

As far as my house goes, well, I have always liked this. When we had ONE kid, it was easy. I love to know where things go. I ABHOR disorganization. Unfortunately, my family of five does not feel the same way as I do. I really don't understand that why cabinet doors are not shut after plates are taken out, why empty juice boxes can't go into the trash can, and why chairs are not pushed up after the sitter-inner has gotten up from said spot.

As I have examined my thoughts on this subject just recently, I know why I do not like disorganisation. It comes from my childhood, when my family and I lived in "that house".

You know... "that house" that you passed by on the school bus, the one with the un-mowed yard, with junk sitting outside, the paint peeling off? Well, that was my house. I absolutely hated growing up in that environment. I wanted parents who took care of what we had - or didn't have - and I wanted cleanliness and organization. I knew- JUST KNEW - that when I grew up and got married, and had my own children, that my kids would not go thru what I did.

And they don't.

When I get angry, stressed out, or frusterated, I clean. I mop. I dust. I like to do housework.
A clean house is a happy house. That is my thoughts.

Well, this has taken a whole 'nother direction that what I meant for it to. I could tell some stories. But I won't. Not today, anyways.