The above is a wonderful little print that I bought through Etsy from Jen of Swallowfield. I love everyting about it, and I especially love the new meaning that it has taken on for me. It has become such a nice illustration of this phase of life, of the bustling, glowing activity inside our home, while it continues to pour buckets beyond our windows.
If you’ve been keeping up the last few days, you know that I’m in the midst of an internal storm of sorts. I’m in a mood to wash out all the junk in our home and on our plates.
It is slow going. At the moment I am feeling like I’m trudging through miles of mud. Sorting, organizing, ditching, rearranging. It goes on and on and on. I’m tired of it. Tired enough that I gave it up for just today, and did nothing but read, sit on the couch with my littlest boy, cruise Whole Foods, and make a yummy dinner for my folks. I also emptied the contents of my closet and drawers onto the floor in our room, so like it or not, I’ll be back at the gridstone come morning.
In an uncannily metaphoric kind of way, we are in the throes of some serious flood inducing rains of the literal sort as well. Our nearby lake is up 7 feet in just a couple of days. Roads are closed. I’ve heard tales of livestock floating down the river. (say it with me….Ewwwwww!) Poor cows. Poor ranchers!
It isn’t pretty in my house either, but I guess that’s the way it goes. First, the rain must make a big muddy mess. And then, then the sun shines, the rainbow lights the sky, and little birdies sit on your shoulder while you stroll down the lane singing Zippity Do Dah? Right?
I keep thinking, “Just get to the other side. Just get it all sorted out, and it will be a brand new day. You’ll have a clean little nest, and you can get back to playing. Back to swimming. Back to just being.” Oh let’s just be honest. I want my kids to be done with camp, and back home all day, running amuck and giving me endless reasons to just give up and join in on the fun! They are my enablers really. Thanks to them, my house can be messy, I can have crud on my shirt, stuff can fall out of my car when I open the door, and I can just blame the kids. Perfect! Enough of camp already, I need my excuses back!
Phooey on camp.
Phooey on cleaning.
I’m going to bed with the dishes in the sink, and there’s not a thing in the world you can do about it cuz you’re not the boss of me!
(p.s. TWO days without Diet Coke, thanks. The caffeine-starved headthrobbing was BAD today, but I braved on. AND, in case you wondered, it was lots of local ingredients that dirtied those dishes – not all, but a good bit – even the wine was from a vinyard about an hour’s drive away! YAY!)