I met my friend Jen for coffee last night, and she looked a little concerned as we slid into our chairs. “How are you?” she asked. “I read your blog…”
“Oh dear,” I thought, with a small inward grin, “It really is time to write an update so that ‘Depression?!’ isn’t at the top.”
The truth is, I am here and you are there and I wish we could all just meet for coffee to have a heart-to-heart over where we’re all at.
The truth is, my life’s going fine, thank you God!
It’s just very, very busy.
Yes, that’s a naked 3-year-old on the table.
You see what I mean? Busy!
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Plus my six-year-old has discovered the joy of reading, and is quite literally devouring all the age appropriate literature in the house.
Okay, not literally.
That’d be too much fiber for his little body.
It’s been fun to watch his world explode, especially since his favorite series is The Magic Tree House and there are civilizations galore for him to explore. Two more favorites were Daniel Boone, Boy Hunter and Moby Dick, which, I have to say, even as an abridged version was a surprisingly long tome for my little man.
(When he asked the librarian if they had a copy, she said, “Let’s see!” And then, as she was doing a search on her computer, she glanced over at Francis and said brightly, “What does Moby Dick begin with?”)
(“Uh..’m‘?” Francis said, a bit confused by the question.)
So I’ve been running to the library a lot. What else can we do here in Minnesota when the temps rival those of Antarctica? We try to stay warm; we read, read, read.
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And I do love to read which is a problem. Some days that’s all I want to do—just retreat to my room with a toppling stack of tomes—but my vocation (alas) doesn’t permit it just yet. Instead, I read in fits and starts; I read in snatches then take those deep thoughts to the dishes.
There are always dirty dishes.
It’s discouraging, really, how many dirty dishes there are.
And yet—and yet!—because I have made TEN BIG GOALS FOR 2016 and because “A Clean Uncluttered Home” is at the top of the list, (quite literally), I know that the kitchen is where I should be. I want—no, I need—to love my kitchen, and it’s been real work to get my heart on board.
(I prefer Facebook and Downton Abbey.)
(Escapism in all its glittery forms!)
How about you? Do you struggle with spending time in your kitchen because you find the mess discouraging? Would you like to know what I’m doing to change?
In Part II of this series, (Ha! I’m calling this a series!) I will tell you what has worked for me.