Have you ever wondered how someone else would describe you. Someone who knew all your secrets. Someone who, in a sense, gets to be a fly on your wall? Well, the Riley family can be summarized in two words- Organized Chaos.
We got a post placement report in the mail today & that’s how Superwoman(our pet name for our social worker) described us. The girls and I got a little laugh out of that. I don’t call this blog Blessed Chaos for nothing. She went on to say that it works & it does.
Last night Josiah was sitting in my lap enjoying some pureed sweet potatoes with apples when he turned and wiped his mouth on my shirt. I looked down to inspect the damage and realized I was slimy, goopy, crusty & sour smelling. I had a small amount of sour milk on my shoulder, crusty mess on my pants where I had absent mindedly wiped my wet, flour covered hands on my sweat pants(from my workout that never actually happened), a faint dusting of flour on my shirt from where I left a part off the wheat grinder and it blew flour all over me and the counter and a slimy trail of sweet potato applesauce on my shirt. Oh yeah, I forgot the black marker on my hand from wrestling away a sharpy marker Mercy was using to do her “school work”. And I was a very happy woman.
As Jerry Clowers wife said when the womens libbers came to the door “nobody’s messin with the deal momma got!”
BTW It’s not usually THAT chaotic & I did manage a shower before Les got home.
