Thursday, February 28, 2013
"Life isn't like a book. Life isn't logical or sensible or orderly. Life is a mess most of the time. And theology must be lived in the midst of that mess."
-- Charles Caleb Colton
The famous sticky hand given by our dentist...um, thanks.
Yesterday it was dentist day for Caroline and in less than ten minutes upon entering our house The Sticky Hand was gracing our wall. Awesome! Random sticky, gooey hand-shaped object...how did this get to be an official prize from the dentist?? Only God knows. But like some sort of designer jean, it is the preferred item, searched for, carefully pulling and peeling away other inferior potential prizes, to find the goo hand. Just what my house needs -- something else hair can glom on.
Could this be the cherry on the cake? Quite possibly.
My house is a mess.
Exhibit A: the living room table
Like most of you, my house goes through its fair share of ups and downs. Clean for literally one minute before someone traipses something in, finds an amazing rock, decides to decorate something cardboard, pulls out a Barbie, stuffed animal, puppet, lego or puzzle piece just for fun.
I try to get zen. Try to picture the story the items could tell.
I try to recognize the steep bell curve of messes and know (literally: lived) the fact that the messes do stop...but when you're in the thick of a House Gone Wild it's hard to think clearly.
Calgon, take me away!
Or better yet, fairy godmother, Harry Potter, Hermione, heck I don't care, someone wave that magic wand and make it all better.
cue deafening silence...
Yep, that mess is here to stay...unless I get going, put on some good music and get after it.
Today I'm making my peace with The Mess.
I'm grateful for my mess-makers, my pile of dirty clothes, that really dingy sink and the yuck. It wouldn't be home without it. :)
At least Ken looks happy.
"Any idiot can face a crisis --
it's this day to day living that wears you out."
-- Anton Chekhov
How do you do it? Any hints? Special tricks? Fairy godmother 800 numbers?