I like to sort things.
It doesn't matter whether it is the books on a bookcase (during every examination period I ever sorted studied through), toys in the play room (after a long and tiring day with the kids), or, in this case, buttons.
Sorting things into nice standard categories helps me to feel like things are under control.
I did this one afternoon last week.
Looking back, I think it is a strong possibility I was mildly stressed. But thanks to an afternoon of button sorting with Abigail, I have no idea why.
{Relaxed Sigh} It was better than a bubble bath.
"The Crocodile in the Bedroom", a story in Arnold Lobel's Fables, might have something for me to learn from.
12/21: International Chiasmus Day
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1 comment:
If you didn't live on the other side of the planet, I'd say come to my house and sort all you want. I think I'll take the bubble bath. : )
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