You gotta have friends...But you might wish I was NOT one of them!

My closest friends and family know that I am a meticulous neat freak. Any dirt and/or disorder puts me over the edge and fast...And suddenly those aforementioned friends and family who read this blog are checking the url to make sure they're on the correct page. So, I fib. I am as messy and cluttery as messy and cluttery gets. But today, out of the goodness of her heart, my Gingley spent 4 HOURS with me at my house helping me organize. And by "helping" I mean graciously telling me what in the world to do. A master bedroom, hallway, living room and kitchen later, my house is practically unrecognizable. So, when Aaron came home and walked into our bedroom, he felt a little like any of you who know me felt when you read the first 2 sentences of this post: Am I in the right house? And, miraculously, he was. So, a million thanks to a Gingley who wore her silly self out helping one of the organizationally challenged today. (Sadly, this is her *second* pass at my house...Last time she was here babysitting for me [although she has not 1 but 2 boys at home of her own], and she organized my kitchen and folded clothes! Also, it must be noted that I think (read "hope and pray") that I can be trusted to keep things the way we put them today. Another dear friend, D, was in town in December and she cleaned and organized my pantry...Including making a stock list and alphabetizing my spices. And, thank you very much, it is still clean, organized and alphabetized).