|And yes, we still have our Christmas lights hanging....|
My days are full of meals, washing, cleaning, and organizing. I had an epiphany of sorts, one of those moments when I realized that I wanted things to be nice, to be good in this small place of ours for my son. It isn't that he'll remember everything about this house, but I want him to know he is well cared for, well-loved (even if my house is messy sometimes), and honestly, when my couch and chair looks like they've vomited laundry all over the living room I don't like it. So I'm trying a new system with baskets and shelves and sorting and all of that good stuff that normal organizers know how to do already. But I think I've already explained that if there was a reform school for unorganized people, my Mom would have sent me a long time ago. In fact, I think most of my frustrating moments from my childhood and adolescent years have to do with my Mom and an organizing system. (One should know that my Mom is not frustrating....she just was so frustrated with me and my inability to figure out how things should fit and go in place.)
In the cool of the evening we walk on the path around our farm, or we sit in the yard and watch the sun go down. The diapers sway in the breeze, dampened by the raindrops from earlier. I slip them from the line, clothespins and all, and bring them to the house to dry. Those raindrops, son, they'll wet you down. Wonder and delight and joy of everything beautiful and good. Thank you, God, for today.
Is there anything you are trying to learn to do that you don't feel a bit good at?
I feel way out of my comfort zone in the organizing realm and the making new friends area.