Ketchup and Crayons…

Ketchup isn’t really my thing. I think it’s too “swangy”. You know, sweet+tangy. Swangy. I don’t like to smell it. I don’t like to dip my fries in it. It’s just not my thing. My husband knows how to use it in spaghetti sauce – but that’s the only way I like it.

Then there’s crayons…crayola to be exact. I love to smell ’em. I love to use ’em. There’s nothing like opening a box of 24 crayola crayons and taking in that unmistakeable aroma. I could sit and color for days. I love to trace the picture first, then color inside the lines with lighter strokes.

Smelling the crayons and coloring takes me back to a place that is sweet – but not swangy. It takes me to a place of peace. Breaking out the crayons takes me to a place of “ahhhhh…”

Now you’re probably wondering what Ketchup and crayons have to do with each other.

Really…nothing at all. Not for most people, anyway.

But I’ve been playing a lot of “catch-up” lately. And I don’t like that kind of “catch-up” anymore than I like the other “ketchup”.

We’ve had so much going on. We’ve been on vacation (which was fabulous), but we’ve also been readying for our end of year testing and trying to get all our ducks in a row for everything else we do on a daily basis. Life has felt far too hurried.

It’s all settling down now.

We are getting it all together.

My house is in order (gasp!), my kids are back on schedule (for the most part) and I’m getting caught up with my critique groups.

I think it’s time to pull out a coloring book, a box of 24 and breath in the “ahhhh…”