This past weekend, I attended a Women’s Retreat with the ladies from my church. I enjoyed the fellowship, games, worship, and prayer. It was a blessing to eat meals that I didn’t have to cook and to sleep in a bed whose sheets I didn’t have to wash. These are the things in life that make me happy. In the middle of the retreat, we all attended an organizational seminar. The speaker had it all together and attempted to convince me that I needed to have it all together. I, of course, immediately thought of my office with its stacks of papers that have not been filed for a year. When I returned home on Saturday night, I was amazed to discover all the laundry washed , dried, folded and put away. Dale had also hung up, in the downstairs bathroom, the mirror that had been sitting in the garage for a year. I was joyous. I was as happy as if I won the lottery. I have inherited my love of clean laundry from my Mother. However, there are some things I wish I had not inherited from my Mother and I am occassionally shocked when I discover that I have done something exactly like my Mother would have. I did one of these “My Mother would have done this” actions the night of the retreat. We arrived at the home where we were to stay and I Immediatley changed into my pajamas, bathrobe, and slippers. I made an assumption that everyone would change into comfortable clothing to sit around, play games and chat. That assumption was incorrect. So, there I sat in my bathrobe with everyone else dressed normally mortified as I thought, “My Mother would have done this.” Anyway, when the retreat was over, I declared that on Monday I would get myself organized. I can’t get organized on Sunday with Sunday School, Church, AWANAS, Youth Group, and Football. Getting organized is certainly not more important than football. On Monday, I dropped the kids at school and drove to the grocery store. In pursuit of organization, I brought a stack of coupon inserts from the newspaper that I had been saving for a month. I sat in the van and clipped out the coupons and organized them. My time inside the store took twice as long as I tried to figure out how many and what size of item I needed to buy for each coupon. By the time I got home, I only had time to put away the cold items in the refrigerator. The rest of the grocery bags covered the kitchen floor. I took Blaze out to play and than had to leave to pick up Zeke from preschool. When we returned home, I made lunch and did some chores. I then picked up the rest of the kids. When I returned home, I got lost in the void for an hour. I then drove Abby to flute lessons and back. During the flute lessons, Dale returned home to a kitchen that you couldn’t walk through because the bags of groceries still covered the floor. He kicked his way past. After flute lessons, I proceeded to put away the groceries. I then started dinner by slowly cutting up a canteloupe, painstakingly making guacomole, and cooking quesadillas. Dinner is always late, but this was ridiculous. By the time I started cooking the meat for tacos, it was 7:30pm and Dale was sitting at the table with his head in his hands. He then declared, “I am never letting you attend an organizational seminar again.”