Earlier this week, we received a catalog in the mail from an office supply company.
I’m still in the process of cleaning up and clearing out the remains of the craziness of this past year. So, I was trying to efficiently go through the mail. This was trash. As I headed towards the trash can with it, Texas Guy asks, with total disbelief, if I was going to throw that away. I tell him, of course I am, we don’t need it, and if you really need to look at office supplies, check them out online.
He objected, adamantly.
So I kept it.
Here’s the thing. Aside from the very good and logical reasons I’ve given for not keeping the catalog, I love office supplies. I’ve mentioned this before, I know. But it’s worth repeating. That’s how much I love them. And I’m trying to be productive. So this 1,066 page catalog is just going to be a tempting distraction.
I took a peek at it yesterday.
Last night, I dreamt about file cabinets.
I don’t always know what my children are up to every minute of every day.
But I usually know when they have been playing with sidewalk chalk.
We have a white dog.
He likes to plop himself down for a nap wherever the girls have been drawing.
Apparently the color of choice was blue.
Last night, after putting the girls in bed, I went around checking rooms to tidy up.
Here’s what I found in the bathroom after they had brushed their teeth.
The spare toilet paper roll, with lots of their “funny flossers” stuck in the top.
(And a mirror message marker in the center.)
I had to stifle a laugh.
Then I told Texas Guy to take a look.