Well, I’m taking a break from the spring cleaning today to work on the ever growing list of phone calls and follow ups, doctor appointments and clearing of the other kind of cobwebs. The cobwebs in my mind are bogging down my ability to function. The boys and I came to pop pop’s last night. He gave me some good advice regarding some of my apprehension regarding possible changes…don’t over think it. I have to look at the big picture here and not try to plan too far in the future. Uh, not an easy task for a control freak like me. I’ll heed the advice, mull it over and end up stressing over it anyway. Hugs and love, k
There is nothing quite like the annual chore of spring cleaning to make a woman such as myself realize I really am a terrible house keeper. I wipe down the dust bunnies on occasion, I vacuum the ceiling fans sometimes, I sweep twice daily in the kitchen, but whole guacamole frijole! My house is gross. I can’t believe I’m going to admit to this, but I haven’t cleaned the baseboards since this time last year. I have not wiped down the top of the shower (you know that weird ridge where the shower stall meets the wall…ever!). I’m 5’3″ on a tall day, wearing wedges that only super models can walk in. I tend to clean what I can see. This means the tops of the cabinets, book shelves, door frames, mini blinds, etc forgettaboutit! I’m convinced now that some of the grime is gone, my house might crumble around me. I think the sticky substance on top of the cabinets might have been gluing them to the wall. Mini blinds are gross magnets for dust that won’t come off…ewww! Shall we talk about the genius that picked off white FLAT paint for my walls. Uh, even the Mr. Clean magic erasers are revolting. Light bulbs. What-the-what-the!?! How does something so little get SO nasty. I won’t even go into detail about the wee ones bathroom. Anyone know where I can get a condemned sign? After I bust out the tall ladder again today an get the cobwebs off the walls, the Halloween vibe will be gone until the first spiders rear their heads and build more. Now that I’ve started this process, it’s too late to turn back. I can’t have a house where two windows are bright and shiny and leave the rest with the film thick enough for the kids to write in. One last note: why did I paint my nails just before starting this process? I guess the chipped grimy nails will be proof of my labor.
Boy howdy, I’m sure glad spring break is upon us. I’m sure by Tuesday, I’ll be ready for the wee ones to go back to school. Big changes are afoot and I’ve got some research, planning and worrying to do. (No worries, there is no little nugget in the oven.) I have to do all this while trying to get some order in my house, letting the boys have some spring break fun, and relaxing. Hope this cold front doesn’t stick around the ENTIRE break. Don’t get me wrong, we aren’t taking the boys to watch the college kids at south padre or anything like that. It’s just pretty cold this morning. And wet. And, I’d like the children outside while I clean (AkA read). Hoping you all are happy, healthy and snug as a bug in a rug.
I wont name names but faith is a hot button topic in our household. Probably, religion is more the issue. No, it’s faith. The two shorter members of the family battle this age old debate on a semi-regular basis. What I’ve come to realize in this is that I do have faith. I have faith that my little ones who are growing leaps and bounds will find a way to agree to disagree. Who knows, maybe the shortest member of the family will believe enough for both of them. I have faith on my husband. He will find a way, no matter what may come in the future to continue to care for us. I have faith in my family. I have faith that when treated properly, mother nature will continue to give us her beautiful gifts. I have faith in my friends. I believe they are there when I truly need them. How could these things (my beautiful family and friends and this awesome world we live in) be possible without some sort of divine intervention? I believe my beliefs, Brian has his. The wee ones certainly have their own unique perspectives on the issue. We manage to live in harmony…most of the time. We respect one another. That doesn’t mean we agree. Simply, sometimes we agree to disagree. We live and let live. Do you?