Battle Cry!

Ya know how sometimes you hear people say: "Yeah, that's the story of my life"?

Upon looking upon my bedroom today, an invasion occurred. Those words successfully took over their territory and began a war.

The battle has begun. My bedroom has been obliterated. Ever since I have been home from England the battle has begun building to its dramatic peak.

Where ever you tip-toe on the minefield, you don't know what's beneath the lush denim, cotton, and jersey knit topsoil to be crushed... I broke a headband and some earrings thus far.

No. More. Will. Be. Destroyed

Thus far since my into the summer, the battle plan was passive: quick finding, quick fixing (via Wrinkle Release Spray), and quick flinging.

Yeah, that's the story of my life.

Today is mission Room Recovery. No more struggling to stay above the mounds of textiles found in my room in order that I do not drown! No more tiptoeing around while attempting to put together the best facade to the outside world of a well organized closet through wrinkle spray!

Uh-uh. No. No. Real battle plans have arrived.

Step one: In the middle of flinging another piece of cloth to the 'dirty' territory, we will surprise attack and begin taking hostages and caging them in laundry baskets!

Step two: To take out the dirty terrorists, wrestle the cages into their location for rehab, drown them in Downy, then gas them with a dryer sheet! No impurities will survive after that!

Step three: After sufficient rehab and assurance of repentence from dirt, we will return the terrorists to their homelands.

Step four: The remaining semi-innocent mounds will be taken back to their homelands. Get ready for your long-lost people of Armoire and Hanger-ville! No more POW-MIA's! They will be returned!

If this plan can be enacted efficiently and intentionally, there will be hope for the future! Hope for my fall! No longer being defeated by an insane 60/wk fluctuating schedule. Fear not Land-O-Casey! There will be consistent damage control in the newly-enforced routine! That is a promise.

Rejoice for a life not just keeping head above waters, but for strong swimming with sufficient rest periods provided by the long-awaited consistent routine and a regular schedule!

Rejoice for the newfound wardrobe treasures that emerge upon cleaning up disaster areas!

Rejoice for the fall, where I can spend time fully immersed in the life I love, being able to complete tasks and invest in the the relationships that keep me refreshed!

REJOICE! The Battle is Over!!!

This is the new story of my life!

...until the next summer vacation.