I Like my Ducks in a Row, but….

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I don’t alphabetize my soups in the pantry nor does the house have to be in perfect order (if you saw the layer(s) of dust on my furniture, you’d see I’m not OCD.) But with this disclaimer being said, I do like my ducks in a row.

I like to plan my days, order my steps in running errands, make phone calls when I’m not rushed, pay bills on time and like correspondence (emails, texts, notes, blogs, etc.) kept up. I don’t like getting behind with the mail or having a ton of magazines around because they just seem to call my name for me to look through them. I do like to have a place for everything and most of the time I like everything in its place. I like order.

But then the grandsons come over. I am quickly taken back to the days when our kids were small and we used to push all the toys to the wall and make sure there was a clear path in case we had an emergency. The counters are once again filled with plates and cups and I wonder why I can’t get them into the dishwasher.

The reason? We’re spending time with our grandsons as we color big papers on the kitchen floor; we’re playing dodge ball in our ministry room (I’m still finding little soft baseballs and soccer balls under drapes and in bedrooms); having “running races” all around the house; throwing things from the balcony and finding ways to retrieve them so we don’t have to run up and down the stairs.

And then…we get our ducks in a row again. When we sit (collapse) on the couch we wonder when we’ll get the kids, the chaos, and the clutter back….at which point we’ll look forward to getting our ducks back in a row…but I know this time with them is short….and I’ll take the clutter over order, knowing in between it all, my ducks will be in a row again!