There was a time in my life not too long ago when
I swore that my fridge would NEVER look like this...
I used to think,
"That makes houses look so trashy,
what would posses someone to put all of
their kids' pictures on their fridge?!?
Weird people."
I don't know when it started, but somehow
works of art just keep appearing on the fridge.
1 or 2 new art pieces appear almost daily.
I have a love/hate relationship with this art phenomenon.
It's fun to see what Isabelle will come up with next.
I'm amazed at how engrossed she gets when she is being creative.
I love having little reminders of her after she's gone to bed when
I am trying to sneak some ice cream out of the freezer.
On the flip side there is still that voice in the back of my mind that says
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. That is so unorganized.
A fridge should be sparkly clean and free from any debree.
Honestly what if Martha Stewart suddenly drops by for a surprise inspection?
Or worse what if the Bishopric just pops in?"
I have a history with the Bishopric and Relief Society presidency.
Every time they just stop by, my house is
the most dirty it has been for an entire year.
I shouldn't acknowledge this to the public, but last time they came
not only was there a stinky diaper on my living room floor
(among a mountain of toys),
there was also an almost black banana peal on my couch.
I bet they left and said
"Mental note, never eat anything from her house!"
Okay now I am running off track.
To finish making a short story long, I have decided that
since I have sacrificed other things for my children,
such as my hips and sleep,
what is one more thing going to hurt?
I am turning the fridge over to the kids for at least the next 15 years.
May it always be covered with fairies, sparkles, and glam!
It's going to look just fantabulous!


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