I’ve said more than once–okay, a lot more than once–that if I don’t do it, it won’t get done. You know, the endless parade of dishes, crumbs under the kitchen table, dirty socks thrown in the corner with the shoes that may lead some to believe I have 7 children or 4 children with more than 2 feet each, beds that need to be made, stacks of mail on the dining room table.
It wasn’t really true.
I’m realizing now that my husband does a whole lot more around here than I recognized. Because on Day 3 of him gone, I can say emphatically that if I don’t do it, it really won’t get done. And, a lot isn’t.
But, that’s okay for now. Because all of my children are sound asleep in their beds right now, beds that may not get made tomorrow. And, I’m in bed early myself, content from a full day of being together including hanging out on the sidelines of the longest parade ever (we’re convinced that the Dogwood parade breaks world records for the longest parade per capita). We didn’t even make it to the end–and I was okay with that.
I hope no one’s house ever catches on fire during the Dogwood Parade. Just forget it.
Oh, I wish I could always be able to go to sleep with a messy kitchen and sleep easy as I will tonight.
Day 3’s lesson learned. Check.
That parade looks amazing!
Wow and it even has Mummers!
I long ago accepted that it is OK to sleep with a dirty kitchen, we will survive if the floors don’t get mopped or vacuumed today (or this week), and yes the sheets can go another day or two or three before I wash them. Parades and festivals are much more fun! Lydia is looking like such a big girl!