SATURDAY MORNING
There are other things I'd rather be doing on a Saturday morning, but duty calls ... The kitchen is threatening to produce a new life form unless I get a week's worth of dishes done and the chili disaster in the microwave cleaned up. The cat boxes are going to be declared a bio-hazard if I don't do something, NOW, and my parsonage office has been creeping out into the rest of the house. Its been a challenging week, and let's face it, God did not create me to be a domestic goddess. God, bless them -- my mother was and my sisters are, but not me. I admit I have someone come in and do light housekeeping twice a month because the clutter is hard enough to keep ahead of. Clutter becomes a time management issue, but it's a double challenge for someone like me who scores off the charts as a visual processer. People like me need to see their stuff. We make piles, have bins and wire baskets, and open shelving storage. The problem is that sometimes th...