Where do I begin?

**Preface**

If you have a maid, butler or house staff of any title, you will not be able to relate much to my musings. If you have it all together, at all times, you also might want to click right out of here and go on to the next blog of interest. However, there might be one or two of you out there that could relate.

Yet no matter who you are, or what your domestic life looks like, consider yourself welcome and invited to stay...

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I do not even know where to begin this morning.

Perhaps here would be a good place to start:

Or here:

{oh the "joy" of finding wrinkly clothes in the dryer when the wet load you washed the day before that starting to smell of mildew is waiting to be transferred.}

I could start upstairs:

{ Unmade beds, with sheets begging to be stripped off and washed}

The " High Maintenance Mountain"

{It must be climbed daily (quite obviously), or else I will not be recognized should someone stop by unexpectedly. How deceitful I feel sometimes, when I, like almost everyone else in the world, bypass pictures-such as the one below-of the core 'me' to post profile pictures on Facebook or on our blogs such as the one below it. And yes, it is the same person. And yes, it requires vast amounts of electrical volts and make up manipulation to create such illusions. I hesitate sharing the first picture, but yet I desire to remain transparent...so here you go. }

To vacuum or not to vacuum...

{is never the question. Vacuuming/sweeping is a daily occurrence. If I start here, perhaps it will alleviate the annoyance of constantly having to peel Puffed Wheat off my feet.}

Weeds. Weeds. Weeds.

{With a projected high of 100 degrees today, me thinks I shall look the other way, thank you very much!}

Like all true Sanguines, I sat down to do what pleased me first, and now I will dive headlong into the pool of housekeeping, working hard to stay on course, avoid distraction and toil with a heart of gratitude.The Rouge Sippy Cup

{Oh, please dear God in Heaven, please don't let this one found under the couch contain the Strawberry Milk from 2 weeks ago!}

So...where did I begin???

Right here.

At the Coffee Cottage.

Because like all inanimate objects do, they all wait for me.

There are, however, so many plus sides to my day. Among them, a mom and sister who are watching the 3, 3, and 1 year old (in a few hours, they will be 4, 3 and 1...but for a few days, the two oldest little ones enjoy both being 3) AND a tub full of the most delicious chocolate chip cookies I've ever sunk my teeth into, hand made AND delivered by a most incredible woman.

To all my friends doing similar duties, I raise my mug of lukewarm coffee to you!

Cheers!