I am . . . . kind of particular . . . (ok, shut up and stop laughing) about lots of things. I have a way I like to do things, and I prefer that they get done that way. Brushing my teeth, sorting my laundry, only eating at the table, putting things away in the cabinets (or in the grocery cart), taking shoes off in the house, cleaning my kids after they eat — I’m picky about all of it. It’s all for good reasons — I didn’t pluck any of my particularness out of thin air, and it all makes good reasonable sense if I explain it — but taken as a whole, it’s a lot, and I am grateful to my friends and family who are amazingly understanding about it.
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Les moutons!
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In French, they don’t have “dust bunnies”, they have “moutons” (sheep). I feel this is a much more accurate description of what we have rolling around our apartment these days. (They’re beginning to approach the size and aerodynamics of tumbleweed.)
Housekeeping has not been a very high priority since we’ve moved in to this apartment. We’ve been spending most of our “housekeeping” time unpacking and organizing . . . not to mention that our vacuum didn’t come with us (doesn’t run on European voltage) and the movers neglected to pack our Swiffer. Having a dog that sheds, and not having yet located a groomer, the moutons are multiplying and may be planning a coup.
But, this is one of the things I have resolved to be less stressed about. So we took today, recovered from our exhausting evening yesterday and enjoyed a rainy Saturday playing inside with the kids. We played soccer, we played grocery store, we took puzzles apart (I don’t think we put any together). Benjamin is also teaching us to play a variation of basketball which involves very little dribbling, elements of football and soccer and the ball primarily being in his possession — our main role is to try and receive the passes he pretends to give us, and to cheer enthusiastically when he makes baskets.
So, for today, we are overrun with mouton. I may name them.