Whew. October 31st, I think I’m happy to see you. Not just because I’m looking forward to dressing up as a mermaid with the toddler and trying to convince my baby to keep the fishy bonnet on her head as we traipse around town this afternoon, but also because this is the last day of what has been a month that’s been chaos.
Chaos with a month-long chest cold on top.
Chaos as in working nights and every weekend.
Chaos as in a house addition project that’s not going swimmingly.
Chaos as in I thought I filed my column last week but got distracted by something (Lord can only guess) and I forgot to hit send, which marks the first time since I started this gig that I missed a plan for the column.
Oh well. We’ll try again next week.
And we’re getting by on coffee and granola bars and trying to go with the flow even when the flow looks like dragging my meltdown-mode toddler out of gymnastics and negotiating every holiday and birthday and gymnastics class in her little life to get good behavior out of her for the pumpkin painting event at the Nursing Home we were headed to. It was likely the fact that the kid likes grammas and would do anything to paint and not my threats that made that experience more lovely than stripping her out her leotard while she swung at me and I pretended to be one of those calm moms who wasn’t going to get to the car and threaten to take away all her birthdays.
And right now it’s 8:45 am and she’s asking for candy…soooo…we’ll see if we survive today.
We will survive today. Because, as dad reminded me in one of my long “trying to figure out my life” discussions: “These are the good days.”
And the good days are messy. Perpetually messy, like my toddler’s hair and our bedroom.
Messy like the bed and the floor under Rosie’s highchair.
Messy like the best laid plans and the never finished dishes and the bathroom floor with every drawer emptied by the baby in the name of keeping her occupied so I can finish my makeup.
Messy like the seats and the dashboard and the cubbies of my car.
Messy like the desktop of my computer. And my desk for that matter, because I have projects going on and little people who don’t take very long naps.
Messy like my closet full of things I wear too much and things I used to wear in a life that looked different. Less complicated.
Not as sticky.
I feel like I’m never going to get caught up. Does anyone ever feel like they’re caught up?
Last weekend I spent the entire Sunday morning cleaning the main floor of my house, sweeping, scrubbing and vacuuming while my toddler followed me around telling me that it hurt her ears, only to watch it all unravel as almost every member of my extended family made their way through the door to play with the kids and encourage them to walk around eating crackers.
I looked around at the crumbs and the toys and the laughing people and realized what my problem was. I can’t seem to get caught up on things like the landscaping or the window washing, not necessarily because I can’t find the time, but because I am using that time for other things.
Like trips to the playground outside with the kids.
Trying to do a good job and my work. Driving to town to go to the doctor to get the girls’ flu shots and make sure I don’t have pneumonia. Daily phone calls to my little sister. Constructing my baby’s Halloween costume out of felt and hot glue.
Cookie decorating with Edie while my baby unloads the Tupperwear cabinet.
Staying up too late catching up with my husband while we ignore putting away the laundry. Visits to the pool and to the horses and to the nursing home and to gymnastics and Sunday family visits and crafting projects and pumpkin painting and all the things that make messes…
So I guess I will get to the mess when I get to the mess. Because the absence of crumbs must not be that important to me. If it were, I would spend more time on exterminating them. Because in my life there has never been enough time available to fit in all of the things I think would be fun or important to do.
And I guess fun or important to me doesn’t always include getting to the dishes first.
Oh, sometimes it does. Like when I know company is coming.
But mostly, I’m just a little embarrassed by the sticky spot on my floor when someone unexpectedly drops by, but I always let them in.
Of course I always let them in.
Because one day these girls will be old enough to help me dust the shelves and unload the dishwasher and make their beds and I fully intend on teaching them the importance of taking care of our things and our house and our ranch, but maybe sometimes not at the expense of a good ride or a trip to the pool on a hot sunny day.
Because I like to do stuff. To keep busy and engaged and sometimes that makes us all crazy, our kitchen countertops cluttery, and my toddler collapse in a pile in the middle of the parking lot while I try to make her hold my hand and walk with me so she doesn’t get hit by a car. So then sometimes I need to learn to step back and chill it out and give us all a minute so that we can continue on with the “good days.”
Happy Wednesday Halloween. Here’s to candy and chaos and surviving the rest of the week!