Everyone I know has had the 52- pick-up card prank pulled on him or her at some point in his or her lives.
It usually occurs when we are young and gullible. The prankster asks us: Hey, Do you want to play 52- pick -up and we happily respond yes, because what child does not like to play games.
Then of course the cards are tossed in the air and lay in a scattered mess at our feet. The prankster then sneers or giggles: Well pick-em up. At this point we would either cry or curse depending on our upbringing.
As a work at home mom my mornings are pretty full. I try to be as organized as I can but with a family nothing is really totally organized. You can make all kinds of incredible promises to yourself that somehow just don’t seem to pan out even with the best intentions. For example:
1. Waking up to a spotless kitchen
2. Toys all put away
3. Desk cleared and tidy
4. Trash cans emptied
5. Laundry folded and put away
Some days some of these things may happen and sometimes on a really great day they all happen. But in reality things tend to get a tiny bit out of control every day. And when that happens the clutter monster raises its ugly head and surrounds us faster than we can say Peanut Butter Pie.
And so every morning with a twist of bitter humor in my head I do a 52-pickup. I pick up and put away 52 items that need to go back to their designated home. This is simple because most mornings there is a scatter of clutter in every nook of the house. And although 52 might be a slim number it keeps the monster’s head at about sea level and that is just enough to keep me sane.
The trick is to do it before my boys are awake. Because once those rascals are up the clutter just multiplies on top of the previous day’s clutter and then I just have a big fat mess.
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