I am a preparer. I like organization, and I like things to run smoothly. I am also a parent of four rowdy children, which means I am constantly and forever being forced to slow my roll and accept that my life will not be organized for the next 20-ish years.
And given the spacing of my children, I will likely have grandchildren by the time I send my final child out on her own, so the idea of me being organized ever is almost laughable.
I also just threw up a little in my mouth at the idea of myself as a grandparent. In my mind, I AM STILL IN COLLEGE!
All of that is a lead-in to the fact that the walls of my home are caving in on me, and there simply isn’t enough time in the day for me to get ahead of all the crazy. I’m trying to embrace the season of now. I really am. I am trying to let it go.
Idina Menzel gave me the chorus of my days…
Tomorrow night we will welcome “K” back into our home. We truly cannot wait to have her back with us. When we first got the email saying she could return, I felt a surge of panic. Because of her age, it took a long time to confirm whether or not she would be able to return, so we were told only on Thanksgiving that she would be coming.
SO LITTLE TIME TO PREPARE!
I’m still not prepared, and Idina and I are singing our tune hourly. Let it go! Let it go!! Turn away and slam that door!
I haven’t slammed any literal doors…today. But I have let go of a few expectations. The first is that I will have a clean house. I won’t. It’s just not going to happen. This place is a bit of a pit, and the amount of work needed to get it into the shape I would prefer it be in is more time than I have between now and tomorrow.
I’d need a couple of clones and a few stiff drinks.
I’m getting done what needs to be done to make this a sweet time for our family. I got “K’s” room ready, and I’ve moved Sloan’s clothes into Landon’s room. I’ve got all my Christmas shopping done, and I have a loose plan of what we’re going to do between now and Monday when we fly to Arkansas.
I’m going to consider all of that a Christmas win, and let go of the desire to completely declutter all living spaces inside this house. When I get in this sort of a tizzy about the clutter, I end up doing foolish things – like accidentally giving Tia’s beloved Lovey Bear to Goodwill.
Which I did a few months ago and she hasn’t let me forget it.
A couple of nights ago, I actually dreamed that woodland creatures came into my home and cleaned it out for me. There was a bunny, a fox, a few birds, and a pack of mice, and they organized the whole house from top to bottom.
I woke up from this dream both happy, and a little confused. Clearly I’m a little out of my mind these days, yes? And the truth is, if that actually happened in real life, I would FREAK out, not for the obvious reason of woodland creatures cleaning my home, but because I am so ridiculously terrified of both mice and bunnies.
(The bunny thing is strange, I admit, but they do, in fact, scare me. They’re so unpredictable, and they stare at you with their beady little eyes like they’re going to pounce on your face at any moment. My children have been informed that we will never have a bunny…ever.)
So the house won’t be perfect, but we are preparing room in our hearts for another memorable Christmas. That will have to be good enough for now.
Because bunnies aren’t allowed, no matter how well they might be able to organize a closet.
Am I the only one who goes a little crazy when life feels out of control? Does anybody else feel this way…or dream of animals cleaning for them? Anyone? Anyone?
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I have the picture of Amy Adams and the Happy Working Song in my mind as I read this. 🙂
Haha! I forgot about that. I loved that movie! Sometimes I honestly eel like a cartoon character myself. 🙂
Totally true of my life right now. I have had neither my ducks in a row (ducks are nice) nor a clean house for the better part of 7 months. I would let PIGEONS clean my house, if it were possible. In trying to live in the now and embrace all the best stuff while letting go of the unimportant, I can’t ever stay on top of anything. Nothing. If I do manage to get organized something happens and I have to play Schedule Tetris to survive. One day I muttered to myself, “It’s like my life is no longer my own.” Then I heard God whisper, “Well, duh.”
Ooohhh…I hate those “duh” moments. 🙂
And no, ducks are worse than bunnies. They will actually peck your face right off if you’re not careful. I am clearly not an animal person, can you tell? I can handle dogs, and it stops there.