Ok, so last night I made some awesome progress with the craft area. I cleaned it up enough that I can work again. I haven't cleaned out the filing cabinets and I have two boxes full that need to be gone through yet....but it's good enough for now. I want to get back to crafting!
I'm hoping to have a personal day, all day tomorrow, at home crafting. Hopefully, my loving hubby will keep all (4) girls content so they are not leaning on my arm all day. I would also like to make an assembly line with the three older girls and make their valentine's tom. We'll see how much we can get done.
I'd like to share this "poem"...I found this in a racing magazine many, many years ago and I came across a copy of it while I was cleaning out.
My Resignation as an Adult...
To whom it may concern:
I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult. I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of a 6 year old again.
I want to go to McDonald's and think that it's a four star restaurant.
I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle and make ripples with rocks.
I want to think M&M's are better than money, because you can eat them.
I want to play kickball during recess and paint with watercolors in art.
I want to lie under a big oak tree and run a lemonade stand with my friends on a hot summer day.
I want to return to a time when life was simple. When all you knew were colors, addition tables and simple nursery rhymes, but that didn't bother you , because you didn't know what you didn't know and you didn't care.
When all you knew was to be happy because you didn't know all the things that should make you worried an upset.
I want to think that the world is fair. That everyone is honest and good.
I want to believe that anything is possible.
Somehow in my youth...I matured and I learned too much. I learned of nuclear weapons, war, prejudice, starvation, and abused children. I learned of lies, unhappy marriages, suffering, illness, pain, and death.
I learned of a world where men left their families to go and fight for country, and returned only to end up living on the streets....begging for their next meal.
I learned of a world where children knew how to kill....and did.
What happened to the time when we thought that everyone would live forever, because we didn't grasp the concept of death? When we thought the worst thing in the world was if someone took the jump rope from you or picked you last for kickball.
I want to be oblivious to the complexity of life and be overly excited by little things once again.
I want to return to the days when reading was fun and music was clean.
When television was used to report the news of for the family entertainment and not to promote sex, violence, and deceit.
I remember being naive and thinking that everyone was happy because I was. I would walk on the beach and only think of the sand between my toes and the prettiest seashell I could find.
I would spend my afternoons climbing trees and riding my bide. I didn't worry about time, bills, or where I was going to find the money to fix my car.
I used to wonder what I was going to do or be when I grew up, not worrying about what I'll do if this doesn't work out.
I want to live simple again. I don't want my day to consist of computer crashes, mountains of paperwork, depressing news, how to survive more days in the month than there is money in the bank, doctor bills, gossip, illness, and loss of loved ones.
I want to believe in the power of smiles, hugs, a kind word, truth, justice, peace, dreams, the imagination, mankind, and making angels in the snow.
I want to be 6 again.
I know its a little lengthy...but hope you enjoyed it.