I almost posted last night, only I was squished between coughing, moaning Piper and tired John. To move meant to disrupt a balance (and a restlessly sleeping girl) and could result in drama. And after a early morning, 6 loaves of bread, two Sharing Time Easter week lessons, 8 children (4 college students fed, 80 hot cross buns, 250 candy eggs, one big easter meal, and everyone (except the sicko) into bed, I was in the mood for drama and I was not good for much more than a long, sweet sign. Today . . . well, it's been so full of good things. I've been reading The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up and I'm on the third page. That's how much time I have to read while I got to the bathroom. The only time I really read during the day. And so far it's totally inspiring. But it's also a little depressing because I realized that in order to tidy and organize your life . . . you have to have TIME to do it. To de-clutter and organize a clos...