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It's Wednesday. Hump day. All downhill from here, right?
Except it's not. I haven't even touched the 'eighth wonder of the world' laundry pile, the kitchen looks like a tornado hit, and if I want to find out where the kids are, all I have to do is follow the trail of fruit snacks, taco chip shards, freezie wrappers and melted pop rocks which have taken up residence on my floor.
It's been a stressful week - heck, if I'm honest, it's been a stressful month - so instead of busting my butt cleaning house and taking care of s&^! like I usually do, I'm having a cocktail - or two - instead.
Except here's the thing. When I don't take care of s&^!, I get exhausted just looking at all the s&^! I'm not taking care of. I feel overwhelmed. I feel crabby. But mostly, I feel like I am failing to provide an amazing environment for my family.
My son provided me with a better perspective this afternoon though. As we were walking through the parking garage on our way out of the hospital, he suddenly stopped. I watched as he stood there with his eyes closed, shoulders rising as he slowly inhaled the scent of stale air, exhaust fumes, and dirt. Then he smiled, looked in my eyes, and said with delight ...
"It smells AWESOME in here ... why can't our house smell like this, Mom?!" His brother and sister were in full agreement.
I guess I can live with a little mess, piles of stinky laundry, and a crunchy floor for a little while longer. It's not like it's concerning my family in the least. In the meantime, I'm sending the kids to live in the garage. It smells better in there.