TAPP Blog

Aahh! Just picture it: the air shimmers through the heat rising off the hoods of a seemingly
infinite line of cars and trucks crawling along a crumbling expressway like a giant, exhausted inchworm. The steamy interior of a city bus on a rainy day – elbows, backpacks, and umbrellas jabbing you as your arm falls asleep while you hold on for dear life to a virus-ridden bar over your head. Squeezing your way onto a train car, the scent of body odor and who knows what else in your nostrils, while you futilely attempt to avoid being touched by too many strangers.

In some office cultures you find co-workers participating in group social activities, like fantasy sports leagues, book clubs, and health & fitness programs. Some of these activities are sanctioned by employers and some are arranged by individuals.

One only needs to walk in my front door or glance into my car to know that I am not an organized person.  I love everything to be clean and in its place and though it’s how my mother raised us to be, I am just not capable of it.  My sister inherited the neat gene leaving me surrounded by dust and clutter.  I take offense at well meaning people and magazine articles that tell me I should just do this or that and everything would be so simple and so much better.  Just take 5 minutes a day to run a cloth over the furniture or convert empty shoeboxes into the most adorable toy holders.  If I had 5 extra minutes a day I would put it to better use – like showering, or cutting my children’s nails instead of letting them grind down naturally like rodents.  So, I’d like to take five minutes to tell you what I do to get by and stay sane with 3 small children and two jobs.  And it has nothing to do with shoeboxes.