organized chaos

There are many examples of what My Man and I like to say, “Chutzpah” or the utter nerve of some people.

The recent events of the illegal immigrants marching the streets protesting their “rights” and whatnot. My Man’s side of the family is hispanic, legally, so I’m not being racist here. What if we went to Sweden and changed their national anthem to English?

Then there’s the people who tell you all about how to live your life, while their own life is in a shambles.

Then there’s my kids who provide us with ample examples of chutzpah. Take this morning. The day I decided to tackle Jackelope’s (4 yrs) room. Saturday My Man proclaimed it a mess and would I just get rid of some of those toys. So let it be written, so let it be done.

I informed him I was already on it, mentally that is. You have to work up to these things. True to form, the room was so bad, the floor was gone. A common mysterious happening in this house. Did I mention we live in the Twilight Zone? Rod Serling actually has his own wingback chair and coffee cup with his name on it. He loves this place.

So I told My Man I wasn’t lifting a finger on Mother’s Day, and I would get to it on Monday. For the love of Mike, just don’t go up there. And you know it’s bad when you threaten a kid that you will be removing the toys if they don’t get picked up, and the kid actually says, “Yes, just take them to the garage.“ I don’t think anyone but Jackelope would say something like that.

So I take up my empty bags, my Hello Kitty cd player, my coffee, and a couple lightbulbs, because it’s just that time again, and I get to work. I did almost get sucked down into the space where the missing floor used to be. Don’t worry, Jackelope did pull me out. But that’s about all the help he really was. At one point, I turned around to call him to do something and he wasn’t there. I looked out the open window facing the back yard, and there he was in full Power Ranger force. Don’t want to interrupt that.

After all that, I was in my bathroom and Jackelope came in to use the toilet. A normal occurance: Jackelope doesn’t care who’s in there, or if the door gets shut. I was sorting laundry in there.

I have a fern hanging in there, and it’s shedding pretty bad due to the fact that I put it into shock when I divided it. Otherwise, the bathroom is acceptably clean. So Jackelope’s sitting there on the toilet and he says, “This bathroom is totally a mess. You should sweep those leaves up.”

I’ve got one word for ya. Chutzpah.