Does this happen at your house too?

I was going to take a photo and post it, but then I got embarrassed, so... picture a dining room table with a pretty potted plant on top (but shoved to one side), along with 2 laptops and their peripheral mouses (is mice the plural for those devices?), mouse pads (the table is just glossy enough that the mouses/mice don't work spectacularly on its bare surface), a stack of coupon booklets from the Sunday paper, 2 legal pads, 3 gel pens in assorted colors, a salt shaker (no idea why), some junk out of hubby's lunch box (including electrical tape and travel-size bottle of ibuprofen), assorted business cards, hubby's big binder o' invoices & receipts for his business, one of my bookmarks...

Getting a picture? Don't worry if you didn't know what color my table is--it barely shows through anyhow!

Don't get me wrong--it's a quick cleanup. We do have places where all that stuff belongs, and if company comes, we always clear the table. :)

However, with all this assorted crap piled on (and yes, most of it is important), I probably don't have to admit we hardly eat at the table. I eat breakfast and lunch at it, but for dinner we pretty much load up our plates from the stove/counter, and end up eating in the living room, using TV trays, the coffee table, or our laps, in front of the TV. Now, I know, all the family therapists and pediatricians wouldn't like that. At all. And yet... we do still all eat together. Does that give me, like half-credit?

*sigh* In another life, I'll try to get our collective shit collected together someplace else besides our dining table.

Until then...

Piper Denna

Romance is sexy!(messes are not)