In my last post, I mentioned how I strive to keep the farmyard tidy. It's a hangover from my city-house-owning days; you gotta be spic and span if you live on a major thoroughfare, you know. And it's also a counteraction to the sloppy farmyards around me (including this one when we moved in) where piles of "stuff" just seem to happen.
But inside the house? Forget it! Tidiness is a lower priority to the great outdoors and the kitchen, and I will do it only when I have time. This point was driven home with me this morning when I saw the chaos wrought by our kid yesterday. She was sick, so she stayed home from school. I worked a full day and was very proud of myself that I didn't put in a DVD for her all day. Instead, she played, as she will, with any and everything.
And Tom wasn't here to put order to the chaos.
I guess I take for granted that he acts very much like the Cat in the Hat when the Cat sweeps in to the messy house atop that machine, putting everything back in place while the kids' mother walks up the sidewalk.