Pulling Teeth

School. The dreaded 6 letter word to my 5 year-old. Just the mention of it sends my little man into a full-fledged melt-down. The whining, crying and absolute refusal to cooperate are in brute force. The sweet little boy that woke up cheery and loving , has morphed into this rebellious monster…and this is the SECOND week of Kindergarten! From ten minutes after waking, it’s a struggle getting him dressed to out the door. Now, somewhere between buckling his seatbelt and the closing of the garage door, a magical transformation ensues and all is right in his universe again….bizarre.


Motivation. Motivation to clean has been severely lacking in my world these days. There was a time, in the not so distant past, that I was an OCD cleaning fiend. Perhaps I realized that in the Grande Scheme of things, an immaculate home was not priority one….however, it creates anxiety within me. I can honestly say that I am not an easily stressed or anxious person, but disorder in my dwelling knocks me off even keel. Somehow, as of late though, it’s NOT been enough to get me in gear… Not until the kids are at Dr. D’s, do I transform this place to the pristine pad that makes my brain smile….