This is my little O. who I photograph every 6 months or so. She is such a funny girl~always bouncing around & trying to make me take silly face pictures of her. We play a game where she refuses to smile & I have to work my butt off to make her laugh…we know each other well & although she would never say so, I know she loves me. (And O., if you are reading this, I love you too! XOXO)

adj. lat·er, lat·est
1. Coming, occurring, or remaining after the correct, usual, or expected time; delayed: The bus is late. See Synonyms at tardy.

Adj. 1. chaotic - lacking a visible order or organization

Being late & disorganized are the themes of my life. My whole entire being is filled with good intention, it really is. With every fiber of my being I want to be like my friend Nancy who is always perfectly groomed, always knows the ballet rehearsal schedule in detail, never forgets her daughters lunch or has to speed like a demon to get her to class on time. In my dreams I am a less irritating version of Martha Stewart…closets ordered with matching hangers & labels, my pantry items posted on a list where every item gets checked off as it is consumed. My girls Girl Scout dues would be paid well in advance. My laundry would be folded & put away well within 7 weeks of it being worn. My kids would never need to eat peanut butter & jelly on hamburger rolls because once again I forgot to buy bread…

You would think that by 38 I would be able to accept that I am not gonna be any version of Martha Stewart. I have a talk with myself from time to time trying to convince myself to LET IT GO already, let the dream die but still there is the lingering & the longing for peace & lack of clutter.

And while I cannot claim to be able to make anything other than cute kids & photograhs, both bring my cluttered & tardy heart great & neverending joy. And to the G. family, sorry I’m late in posting these…