So, after last week I was really ready for routine. Friday afternoon I was consoling myself with the thought that we will have a “normal” week next week when I got an email that talked about the girls’ basketball team having a team-building activity on Monday. I was puzzled by this, and wondered why the school would let the girls out early for such a thing when I realized that they actually have no school on Monday.
Our two youngest children are away for the afternoon and the oldest has a friend over. I was talking with my husband and said I was trying to figure out what to do with my time. “I could maybe organize the coat closet or keep working on the girls’ room… I thought about taking that closet door in the bathroom off of the hinges to make it more usable for the hamper…” And I named a few other projects I thought of until he said, “Or, you could just do nothing.” Right. Why didn’t I think of that? He’s a smart guy.
Currently, I am wishing that those Roomba things came in a Mary Poppins model. This particular model would load the dishwasher and clean the counters and also my floors. It would do this quietly and only take about ten minutes. Anybody want to work on that?
Beth Moore said something over on the Twitter yesterday that just shifted the course of my day. She tweeted, “I’m thinking about just being happy today. Oh no no, not regular happy. The kind of happy where you don’t have a care in the world even though you have a thousand. Just for a little while, saying to heck with it. Let the horse manure hit the fan. Let it fly. I’ve got an umbrella.” I love it. Let the horse manure hit the fan. I feel like this will be a solid practice for me in 2018. It doesn’t come natural, so any of you out there who have my number can shoot me a text every now and again reminding me that maybe it’s a good day to let the horse manure fly.
Our youngest two girls just got a bunk bed in their room. This has produced both tears and joy. I had underestimated the effect this change might have. The first night they went from ecstasy to neither one spending a full night in their bed because it’s “just not the same.” By this morning, though, our middlest was using her bottom bunk as a stage and singing the Newsies soundtrack. The youngest is still unsure. We’re gonna make it work, though, because my husband didn’t toil for hours with an allen wrench for naught.
After a holiday season of plentiful cookies and carbs, I am back to eating vegetables and protein and drinking water. Every day I ask the Lord for my 21 year old metabolism but He has yet to take care of that, so here I am. My kids are astounded at how many meals I can get out of one spaghetti squash. I’m kind of amazing, I know.
Alright, well…I hope each of you can get into a rhythm this week and maybe find a day or two to be intentionally lighthearted. I’m gonna give it a go.