Day 315: Woefully Behind

I've fallen woefully behind, dear reader(s). My apologies. I've still been practicing daily gratitude, and even jotting things down in my planner to post about. We had a busy few days and I just haven't had time to think thoughts and make sentences.

On the daily, I'm overwhelmed by the sheer amount of paper littering my dining room table and our "art table" (dining room buffet). I have an OK system for the kindergarten and preschool things I want and need to keep, as well as my own reference materials, but the rest of the paper just buries me. The kids and I disagree somewhat on what needs to be kept, and they are all super offended if anyone touches a piece of paper that they have already touched, and it doesn't take long before you can't see any actual surfaces in our house.

Well, the other day I found this guy:

Looks like someone is ahead of the game on going by his last name! Maybe his future high school friends are reading this.

I had a good chuckle when I looked at his choices, though. He actually did in incredibly accurate job of representing a Strukel's plate! Mostly meat, because we love meat. Next is pizza, obviously. We love loading up on fruit, and then if there's room we eat one kernel of corn. I'm laughing again just typing it out! I also do pass off fruit as dessert, much to the children's chagrin, so I assume that's what the rogue strawberry is.

I'd better go file that one in the "keep" folder. I'm glad that some of the papers make me so happy, because most of them do not.

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