That is the sound of me drowning. No, really, I’m okay. I’m not in any imminent danger. I’ve been drowning now for about seven years and am still alive, so it’s all good.
Right before I got married, I worked in a grocery store for a couple months. One of my co-workers had a week of vacation coming up. I wanted to know where she was going and what she’d be doing. “Nowhere,” she said. “I’m staying home and organizing my house and trying to get caught up on the millions of things I’m behind on.”
What?!? I thought. Where’s the fun in that? And what’s the point? Well, 10 years later, on the cusp of my bronze (?) wedding anniversary, I’m seriously contemplating trading in my romantic island getaway second honeymoon for a week of interruption-free cleaning, purging, painting, photo-album arranging, baby book filling-in, clothes-sorting, tub-scrubbing, floor-mopping, tax prep, and leaf-raking. (I know I left out about 50 things.)
My husband will soooo shoot me if he reads this. I’m totally kidding, dear! Jamaica/Hawaii/Mexico/Italy/Australia, here we come!
The last photos I have in my album are of my nephew Gavin, freshly home from being birthed. He’ll be 18 months old next week. Our living room is still lavender, our half-bath still has fish on the walls, Livi and Ava’s room is still painted with airplanes and clouds.
The laundry room is impassable. The garage is a wreck. My pile of receipts and tax-deductible stuff is falling all over the place. The kitchen floor is embarrassing. The tub is getting there. The last thing that happened in Nina’s life, according to her baby book, was her 2-week check-up. 21 months and 20-some pounds later…
I had things I wanted to blog about (Operation Christmas Child, Gov. of CA passing a law to remove the words “mom, dad, husband, wife” from all textbooks), but I’m on my way out the door to the bank, p.o., library, and grocery store. I may have to swing by McDonald’s for a survival Coke.
Still choosing joy though. And trying to choose the important over the urgent. Just longing to be “caught up” for once. Maybe the better choice is just to let it go…
Happy Tuesday to you and yours!