Monday, August 08, 2011
~On A Saturday~
It was the middle of the day. Saturday. Brad was going one direction, I was going another, and the kids were everywhere in between. I was surrounded in my usual controlled chaos.
Despite constant motion, other than getting my bed made, everything seemed undone.
I was that chicken with her head cut off. Running around frantically, trying to get ahead so that I could start this first school week in perfect peace.
You know, peace? That mirage that looms in the distance.
If I can just get to that, and get that other thing done, and iron that dress, and get that meal prepared, and clean that thing, get all those school things done, oh and put on my happy face, all while carrying my precious sick baby on my hip. Then. Then the sun will rise on Monday morning, angels will sing, birds will chirp, I will float out of bed in my house coat and prepare a lovely breakfast for my family of 6 before we have a blissful day of school.
Anyway. Back to Saturday. My parents were on the way back home from a trip to the mountains. I knew they were coming but still. Brad was sweetly washing my car for me and there I sat. In the middle of the den, fresh off the phone dealing with an incompetent uniform company. My laundry basket was full, as usual, the things that had managed to get folded half covered the sofa, the rest were piled a mile high in the basket and on my chair. My three crates of half organized school books, papers, binders, and assignments for three children, covered the den floor. I was in the middle of telling somebody to do something and in walk my parents. Mom walks over, gives me a quick hug, and starts folding.
I just looked at her and asked,
"Will I ever not be drowning?"
"Yes." She laughed. "When you're old."
I proceeded to dump all my self doubt and insecurities about what I'm doing and how it sucks the ever lovin' life out of me and I started to say,
"I'm just.....
"investing." She finished my sentence. "You're investing."
Trust me, I was thinking more, "going crazy" but she said, "investing in your children."
Yes. I am investing. Have no idea what the return will be but I sure believe in the product.
Meanwhile, Daddy quietly turned my vacuum over, pulled it a part, and fixed it. He knew it hadn't been working right, and I hadn't taken the time to get it repaired. He then took 10 minutes, straightened and blew out my garage. I love him.
Could I be any more blessed? Don't think so.
I got a clean Suburban, a repaired vacuum, a little less laundry to fold, and a whole lot of love from people who support and value my "praise-less" occupation. All on a Saturday.
I'm so thankful.
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Well, It's now Wednesday night, my week has been a blur. Good. But still a blur.
I got my hair did today.
 An hour in the salon chair was nice, I guess. I could have my hair washed all day long, but other than than, I don't love it. Maybe if I had earphones in, I would love it. But that's rude, right?
Anyhoo, I love my new do. It's a little darker and I have a little side bang thing. The last time I had it cut was JANUARY. Awful, I know.
My kids have uniforms and I l.o.v.e. it! It makes the mornings amazingly simple!
   
Happy School Starting!
~stacey
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