A Few of My Favorite Things ~ A Comedy of Errors Version 11.2020

I thought it'd be fun to do a twist on this (hopefully) monthly post that was born of the desire to focus on gratitude. I hope these not so favorite things will give you a chuckle, at the very least.

This adorable line-up of bedraggled snugglies.  Brought to you by a pup with a chewing addiction and abundant drool. Laundry has never been cuter.

When the adorable dog laying on the rug at my feet mistakes my foot for the rawhide bone he was chewing on. Peaceful morning time has nothing on the shock of a good gnawing from puppy's milk teeth. Really, who needs pedicures and ice shock baths?

Children who take the initiative to decorate their rooms for Christmas. In September. With duct tape. Quite artfully. 

That my children are so enthusiastic about going to church. And humming Yankee Doodle Dandy loudly in the quiet before Mass starts. And asking in the loudest whisper what is that smell when someone sits down in front of us. And building bridges from the kneeler to the pew out of hymnals. And asking loudly if we're done yet as everyone gets up for Communion.

My organizational skills. I can't imagine making a single change to my system when it's just so dang satisfying to find the to-do list--the one I had been frantically searching for, and believed to be tossed, for over a week--tucked into a book to mark a page. The same book I had been reading daily for over a week. It's about as satisfying as finding the long-lost phone after I finish talking on it, or finding the bag of chocolate Easter bunnies at the back of the bathroom closet two weeks after Easter (Happy Easter to me!) I don't think it'd even feel like home around here without the basket of homeless socks gracing the dryer top. I can tell you exactly which pile you can find something in, or thereabouts; or exactly where I saw something for the last time. And when all my other systems start sputtering, there is always St. Anthony. Not only has he recovered important paperwork, keys, and tools countless times, he has also returned my wandering children to me more times than I care to admit. Sometimes with the help of the Wal-Mart PA system.