Freak-outs and tender mercies

So of course it's getting close to the end and I still had about ten, maybe eleven things left on my list that needed to be finished, this is on the second of May. So I started to get freaked out because I was avoiding two things that I know will take a loooooooooooong time, along with all those other little, maybe not as long things on my list, yeesh. Anyway, that happened to coincide perfectly with the strep throat bacteria I apparently caught somewhere flaring up and knocking me off my feet. Great, just great. So I was pretty much laid out for the last two days, but lo and behold, my son has taken care of one of the things on my list! Which really he should be doing anyway (scratch off:Sort out Julian's desk space) but it's like ESP, his detail oriented personality, and all things positive were working to help calm me down so I didn't get too discouraged. He's been going through his mountain of stuff, and recycling, trashing and getting to the actual surface of his desk! Yay! Which really is a feat people. I wasn't kidding when I said mountain. If you've ever seen the boys room, they have a bunkbed and the desk is fitted under the end of the top bunk, and the designers closed it off from the other bed which lays perpendicular to the top, so there's basically a wood wall attached to the flat desk space. Long, poor description short, it means he (and I) can keep piling and piling and piling things on that desk until it's basically reached the heights of the top bunk...yeah. But he's done it, I can see his desk, really and truly, and all this without me asking him! Ah, sweet sweet tender mercies. And see, sometimes kids really do clean up without us having to ask them, amazing.