My sister and brother-in-law came to stay with the kids while I was out of town last week and as a result, we are now a lot less frayed around the edges. I’m happy to report that:
1. We have new shower curtain liners in both showers. No more mildew.
2. All the lights in the house are now working.
3. I have a complete inventory of everything in both freezers (including which freezer it’s in).
4. The refrigerator is clean, all of the shelves are at the perfect height and the cheese drawer is in a better place (no, not heaven. Just a more logical place in the refrigerator.)
5. Margaret dresses herself with no help from me.
6. The dining room table is reoriented the way it really should be (but I never realized that it should be that way.)
7. All of the Tupperware containers and lids are organized (but unfortunately, none of them match each other.)
8. David and Margaret’s Ikea dressers are assembled and all of their clothes are perfectly folded and organized.
9. I no longer have a coffee table next to the couch (that one’s going back, because I don’t have any place to set my coffee when I’m watching TV.)
So this Thanksgiving, I am thankful for my wonderful sister and brother-in-law, who love me and love my kids and come and help me when I need them and un-fray my house.
1. Why do airports still have screens displaying arriving flights in the gate area when the only people who can go through security are people who are leaving? Please tell me what I’m missing here.
2. Can’t they figure out a better way to package eggs? By my estimation, approximately half of all egg cartons in the supermarket have at least one broken egg. This seems very wasteful.
3. If someone developed a fragrance called “New Baby Smell”, they would sell a lot of it.
4. Mini-vans should have sensors on the sides which beep when you’re too close to the side of the garage. Another option would be to make sure that the color of the van is the same as the paint color of the garage.
5. Don’t keep pet monkeys in your house. Seriously. Or this will happen.
6. Why does the water in the public-restroom sink only turn on after I STOP waving my hand in front of the sensor?
7. I read a statistic that 2% of people respond to SPAM. I’m dying to know who these people are and what they’re thinking.
8. Clorox Bleach-Free Hand-Sanitizer? Really? Sorry, Clorox, you can say “bleach-free” on the package, but Clorox = bleach, and I’m not putting bleach on my hands.
And those are the things I’ve been thinking about.
If you were to walk into my house today, your first impression would likely be of a small, tidy, relatively uncluttered, fairly clean home.
But if you look more closely, you’d begin to see the evidence that there is way more to be done than I am capable of doing on my own. More to be dealt with than can be fit into two days on the weekend. Days which are already full of birthday parties, grocery shopping, church activities and soccer. (Ok, so soccer is over. I’m still going to use it as an excuse.)
Ballpoint pen on the couch. Permanent marker on the kitchen table. Crayon on the wall(s). Bed-side lamp that doesn’t work (and no, it’s not the bulb. I tried that already.) Vanity light in the bathroom that has part of a broken light bulb stuck inside it. Mildewy shower curtain liner. Bedsheets that are sort of a gray-white-light blue shade because I washed them with a blue sweatshirt in hot water, and that I just haven’t gotten around to bleaching yet. Dining room rug with permanent stains. 12-year-old Accord with half a front bumper. (It’s the top half, though, so depending on the angle, you don’t necessarily notice it.)
These are things I will get to someday. Things that don’t really bother me on a daily basis. (Actually, things I don’t even see on a daily basis.)
But they are Things I See when company is about to arrive, which it is on Thursday. (Thankfully, it’s my sister and brother-in-law, who still love me in spite of my imperfect house. And who will also actually address some of these things while they’re there. Not the ballpoint pen on the couch, though. Or the bumper. Those are beyond hope.)
Someday when my kids are older I will have clean walls and unblemished furniture. Kitchen chairs free of yogurt.
But right now our house is frayed around the edges. Comfy. Lived in. A bit messy. Just like the rest of my life.