Behold, my dining room table. Blocks of soap on top of my table waiting to be cut.
Soap curing on my dining room chairs. (I don’t think the freezer paper is curing. It’s just storing.)
Marmalade and syrup and conserve.
More marmalade. (Lemon-lime marmalade. And lots of it!) I told people it was very tart and now they’re afraid to touch it.
What’s this mystery bag?
OH NO! The scary lye!
And more jars of canning and jars of candles.
Really, Suzanne, do you ever CLEAN UP? Umm, well….. No, please let’s not even talk about the coffee table.
Or the big cheese pot on the counter.
Or the dishes.
By the way, just in case you thought my chickens laid pristine eggs, here are some dirty ones.
We’re expecting company this weekend, so this fiasco is something of a problem. They might even want to sit down at the table. They might be put off by the lye! And I seem to be all out of storage space in my pantry. I had a dedicated crafts room to keep my crafts supplies. But somehow this gigantic wood stove took over!
My little Rossy (he LOVES it when I call him Rossy, okay, so that’s not true) has grown up and moved out of the house, and before you know it, he’ll be heading off to boot camp (in June). And yes, I felt like sobbing and clinging to his ankles when he moved out and yet—
He’s entering the military for a six-year enlistment. (Read his story about joining the Navy here if you missed it.) By the time he gets out of the Navy, he’ll be 25. As much as I would like for him to come home and live with mommy, I kinda doubt that’ll happen. I asked him if I could enroll him in kindergarten and we’d just START OVER but he didn’t even think that was funny. And looky here at his empty room.
I THINK IT MUST BE MY ROOM NOW!!!!!
The upside of children growing up and moving on to their own lives (must they????) is that you get THEIR ROOMS!!!!! That almost makes up for that nasty GROWING UP and going away part.
Oh, sure, I’ll be so happy when he comes back to visit and I’ll even…….
…..clear off the bed. But not till then! Because….
…..I have a new room! (And a clean dining room table. I set up a “pantry annex” in Ross’s room, too, for all my extra jars. And a soap-curing station!)
P.S. I just wanted you to know that my house is like yours–messy. Or maybe not like yours. Maybe yours is clean. In that case, please forget this post ever happened. IT WAS A FIGMENT OF YOUR IMAGINATION.