Right now, at this very moment, on our desk we have:
- cd’s
- blank cd’s
- blank DVDs that have never been used
- two library movies
- a cutting mat I used three weeks ago and never put away
- junk mail
- real mail (sadly bills)
- the thingy that the real mail is supposed to be in
- all the other junk that is actually in the thingy the bills are supposed to be in
- a dictionary
- a pencil
- a one dollar bill
- an external hard drive
- one headband
- some blue circular thing with weird wire in it that John attempted to use to clean out pipes in the bathroom
- a nail clippers
- two empty glasses
- a computer monitor
- the keyboard
- the mouse (not a real one- phew)
- speakers
- a check book
- a FarmTek catalog
- dirt
- the six CD holder thingy that is for the truck
- a wedding invitation to a wedding that has come and gone
- the remote for the radio
- a few of Ivy’s worksheets from school
- health insurance information
- a small pink lamp with a white lady on it
- a crayon drawing by Clara
- a painting by Clara
- miscellaneous cords to plug miscellaneous items into the computer
- one Mini Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup wrapper wadded up into a small ball
Today Clara looked at the desk and said: “Mom what you eatin’?”
Me: “Nothing.”
Clara points to wrapper: “Noooo, what that from?”
Some could look at this situation and think – “Man, that lady sits at her computer surrounded by a gigantic mess and eats peanut butter cups while her kids are sleeping and then tries to deny it.”
John will no doubt look at this situation and think: “A WRAPPER!?” (He hates wrappers not thrown away. I have trouble getting them to the garbage. It’s an issue.)
But not me.
I look at this situation and think – “Wow, Clara has got some excellent observation skills!”

My desk looks like yours. 🙂 And yes. mommies can never hide important stuff from kids who know what to look for. 🙂 Clara is so adorable.
I didn’t think my desk was so bad until I started writing that list out… of course I haven’t picked any of it up since than either….
My son does the same thing. ‘what eatin dada?’. ‘ummm …nothing’ I say as the cookie crumbs fly out of my mouth. Must be some kind of genetic food radar kids have passed down since caveman days.
Ah yes, the tell tale cookie crumbs… although Clara most often catches me because she smells something – I swear that girl is going to work for some fancy perfume company some day.