Every day I have the same dream. It's not the kind of dream you have while sleeping, but more of a wishful dream. I think to myself, "as soon as the boys go to bed, I'm going to get the whole house clean, organized, and decluttered". Every night I am disappointed. If only good intentions meant a clean and organized house! When I have the dream, I have some energy. After making supper and wrestling to get 3 boys into bed, I'm beat.
Tonight I am working on the kitchen. I've got a load of dishes in the dishwasher and another load soaking in the sink. I've got a pile of stuff that needs put away in other rooms. The kitchen, unfortunately, tends to get a lot of junk dumped in it.
Amanda told me that our dreams are the hope that we cling to. It's what keeps us from despair. I suppose that's true. I just can't believe that I buy into it every day! You would think that sooner or later I'd catch on that today is not going to be the day and tomorrow isn't looking good either.
Between 9- midnight every night is my favorite time of the day. It's my "me" time. I'm going to go savor it now and make part of my "dream" a reality!