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I shall greet you with a smile. :)

lately as I've trotted around our house I've been thinking what I would do with it if It was my own and I had buckets of time on my hands. Several times I thought of this whilst I struggled in the laundry room (which brings me much pain.)

For starters I'd expand the woefully small bathroom into the laundry and pantry and make the Mudroom into a laundry room. All the stuff from the pantry would go... somewhere, and I would not worry about it. I would not have so many books. Maybe five or six shelves but no more then that. The living room Decor really has potential It can look very Turkish and stylish when there isn't so much laundry and children's toys. If it was my house I would probably convert the green bedroom into a office like it was meant to be and... Well I could really go on forever. The yard gets the same critical eye and mental makeover.

Of course also I see myself cleaning it. Even though house work doesn't fascinate me at all right now I convince myself that if I had the house to myself it would be spotless and gorgeous and I would wear a apron and sing song well I worked and all sorts of rubbish.

Really, this is a fault I have. I condition myself like this all the time. If my situation was better I would be better. "When I'm older I'm sure I'll be more involved in the church", or "If my house was my own, I would clean it," Or "If people just left me alone I'm sure I'd be much more responsible," *sigh* this last one is painfully ridiculous even to me. My selfish heart is convinced that all the evil in my heart is really from outside of myself. I can't fathom anything but perfection in myself.

Yes, this has been on my mind lately and the conviction to do something about it in a hurry. :)

-Mademoiselle Kate (Ah, the french)

((P.S. Square dancing on Sunday! The excitement never stops! ))