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Basically, all blogposts are self-absorbed. But this one takes the cake. I warned you.
There was a day when I sat and read a pile of books. There was a day when I did fun crafty stuff with the kids. I'm pretty sure that day was in the very very recent past. So why does it feel like such a distant memory?!
"The secret to a contented life is accepting that being alive means having things to do." ~ Noscrato (That's a fancy name I just made up for Erma Bombeck because I don't want to quote Erma Bombeck.)
From where I sit, I see...
Sage's pink little church shoes to be taken upstairs
her vaccine sheet from a well-check 2 weeks ago to be recorded on her chart
a walgreens prescription receipt to be filed
a sinkful of dishes to be done
a toy that needs to be screwed back together
laundry on the bedroom floor to be washed
laundry on the bedroom floor to be put away
laundry outside the kids' rooms to be put away
a stack of paint swatches to choose from for the playroom
emails to be returned
coupons to be clipped
pictures to be put in albums
a kitchen floor to be swept
a kids' swimsuit to be returned
pants to be hemmed
movies to be returned
a bathroom to be cleaned
a mountain of old food under the high chair
and once and for all, a phone call to be made for a haircut
oh, and I should probably shave my legs.
Why am I not getting them done instead of blogging? Well, you see, "blog to be posted" was on the list too.
I know we all have "to do" lists. And there's nothing unique about mine. There is something cathartic about listing it out and crossing it off. The list on my fridge of things to do for work (like plan our Easter Sunday service) and for our life (like take 1 year pictures of Sage) didn't even make the above list. It seems that since the very first second Sage started to crawl, I've gotten less and less crossed-off. Its not so much that her crawling made it that way, as much as things in the universe aligned to make life just feel like a lot.
But at this moment in this chaotic life of mine, I'm not loving the list. In fact, I'm pretty much just pissed at the list. It does not ever ever ever get shorter because there are constantly things being added.
I get it. I accept it. But I don't like it. Mom has always said about anything that I don't wish to accept, "Well, it is what it is. Like it or lump it, girlie."
Well, for today, I'm lumping it.
God, this is my every-few-months-plea that You will make me less self-consumed, more appreciative of the beauty all around, able to take deeper breaths, jolly with my children, finding humor in the crap, and just generally consumed with seizing the grace of the moment rather than with checking things off my list.
You are holy. You are mighty. You do deliver. Thank you.
In the meantime, I'll be lumping it.