Queen Mom

Yesterday I was Queen. After wasting away the morning reading a book, I sat on the living room sofa nursing my 2 month old contemplating all that needed to be done before my parents came to stay with us for the weekend. I was feeling sorry for myself, frustrated that Entropy seemed to be ruling my household with my children its subjects. How was I to convince my children that they really should stop destroying things? I pondered for a time and concluded that I needed to come down from my throne and mingle with my subjects. So, I donned my tiara (literally-yes, I own a tiara and wear it on occasion) and got to work.

First, I grabbed some wood glue, and under the careful supervision of my 4 year old princess, I glued the piano bench back together in what may turn out to be a vain attempt to prolong its life. Next, I gathered the children downstairs in the family room where my two brothers will be sleeping, sat myself down with a trash bag and a toy box and proceeded to direct my children in the art of counting trash. Meanwhile, I sorted through the toy box, removing trash and other treasures. As the day progressed, a couple loads of laundry were done, supervision of the removal of debris and the like from my prince's bedchamber occurred, ice cream was made and a sewing project and a half were completed.

At some point during the afternoon a friend came by to drop something off. After she left, I realized I still had my tiara on. I laughed to myself and continued to create order where entropy once reigned.