I am very proud of this
I am not very proud of this.
I’m teaching one little special needs boy. Do I need all this? I’m aware that the answer is no but before I finished typing the question my head was already rejecting the notion of trashing any of it. Weird, I know. What’s worse is this is the small container. I have a much bigger container. Oh, wait here’s something you probably need to know. These are mostly word cards and DJ can’t speak. Yep, that’s right. I have thousands of word cards for a child that can’t say any of them.
There are multiple copies of the cards screaming my organizational disability. If I’m looking for something and don’t find it in the entire 13 seconds I dedicated to hunting it, I make another one. Sometimes I fantasize about laying the word cards out on the lawn to send crazy messages to the military helicopters flying overhead. No, I’m not under military surveillance. I live close to a helicopter repair base.
I suppose I keep all the cards because they were DJ’s first form of expressing himself. When flung the picture of the sad boy at me I knew I’d pushed him too far that day. Time shut these rambling musings down and get back to work. I’ve got a long night of card sorting ahead of me.
Have you wondered where I’ve been? No. Well, why not? You did hear about all the books. I could have been buried beneath them in a bookshelf coffin.
I have made a little progress. I like putting the things on the wall because it keeps me from looking down at the mess at feet. I’ve spent far too much time putting things in one container only to transfer them to another. Sometimes I move from one container to another and another before going right back to the first one. To help me cope with the frustration of that useless activity I made it into a drinking game. Each time I changed containers I took a shot of whiskey. No, that’s not true. Carrie Underwood describes me perfectly. I need a “fruity little drink cause I can’t shoot whiskey”.
I think it’s this whole rambling thing I’m doing is the root of my container hopping. I’ve got to focus. Hey, I’ve got a book for that! If I’m not back in 4 days you’ll know my wish for a bookshelf coffin was granted.
Progress huh? Are you impressed? If you are, don’t be. Because I decided that this year I absolutely had to have this shelf for school I now have 3 rooms in chaos. The shelf was in the living room so all the books had to be pulled from it & stacked on the floor. Since my rather large man-child, Colton was my moving buddy that meant the books were more flung around than stacked. The boy is a bit like his mother. Because I feel the need to own every book in the universe, I incorporated the books from the living room into the two shelves in the bedroom. Yes, that’s right. I have two more shelves of books. I’m certain if I ever come up missing CSI would determine I was involved in some sort of dare or contest of collecting books. Lets just hope I don’t come up missing before my work is done. I don’t want CSI traipsing through my house thinking I’m a hoarder.