Pegging Out the Wash

I just finished Book One.  I love how this is written and how I feel like I am in Francie's head even though it is written in 3rd person.  I love how she watches the world around her and thinks deeply about the people she sees.  I can relate.  I feel extravagant when thinking of the meager way her family lives. Interesting her thoughts on the Jews and how Jewish women walk proudly when pregnant as they might give birth to Jesus... Irish woman walk shamefully because they will only have a Mick...this made me laugh. I finally met the mom's sister, Sissy. Three husbands! That is scandalous in 1912... it is still a thought that makes most of us go.. um whoa.  Sad that she has had 10 babies who all died. What in the world?! I am not sure I could handle that. She also apparently doesn't purchase the whispered about products from her company. Yikes. Lastly, the food descriptions, again make me feel extravagant, but also make me think of that Cooking with Norma...

This was written 3/11 and never posted.. My how things have changed and yet... they stay the same.. it is now 5/19 and I am cleaning up mostly because Andrea comes to visit on Thursday.. SMH This morning, I woke to a clear kitchen counter. I am not shocked at how I liked it. I am frustrated at myself for not making the effort - such small efforts - to make myself feel peaceful and happy.  I do this for other people - I clean my house up or my classroom up for other people! I am flabbergast. Other people don't get the peaceful feeling; they do no live there.  And in all actuality, they really don't care. People who love me don't judge, and people who don't love me usually are not invited in... So why then do I get the compulsion to straighten when others are visiting my classroom, but I do not make the time to do a 5 minute room rescue or a 10 minute tidy? Those 5 to 10 minutes that i dread are actually some of the best spent minutes in my day. I waste at least that pl...