Friends, there is very little of interest in my life. I wake up, I reach for my vitamins caddy and then lube up with my Vaseline Lip Therapy for the day. I feel blissfully 80 yrs. old and have zero interest in pursuing anything seemingly younger.
On good days, I fascinate over John Stamos’ obsession with me.
I like knowing what will come next, and like knowing exactly what came before. I like order. I like knowing what panties I will wear tomorrow. And what panties I will wear Thursday. If there was ever a candidate for Day-of-the-Week panties, it is me. Please send me organized panties. Please.
As it turns out, life did not mean for this season of my life to be an organized bliss. Unstated curses following HERE.
You see, within 29 days’ time, my son will have had eye surgery, he’ll have graduated from preschool, we will have enjoyed some massive Blog U prep time, book club with lots of Ritz crackers will have been hosted, our yard will be played upon by an energetic camping birthday party/sleep-out for my son’s 5th birthday, Blog U will actually happen, and we’ll pop out for a beach vacay.
I want a nap.
The truth is, I can rage against these harried life circumstances all I want; they will still exist. I might have planned better while designing our schedule, but when isn’t hindsight 20/20?
Regardless, I don’t think this current period of life was never meant to be one of order. Sure, I wish there was more Things That Made Sense, time for teeth-brushing and remembering-to-get-the-mail. But the truth is, God has always designed me for a reason and a season.
And this season? I will be late. For everything. I will have wet hair. For everything. Mascara will be a solid bonus and fresh socks will rock enough extra credit points to lend me into a powerful woman. On the days in between? My head really itches from lack of showering and I am so proud when I remember to fill the wipes case…
I am tired, very tired, but the thing is–for now, this just is. We all land on times like this in our lives, when the wave of the days doesn’t just carry us, it floods us. Busy days wouldn’t be busy without the slower times to define them.
Sure, I hope that in a couple months, things will settle. In the meantime, check the hospital-gown cutie-pants, because they are The It Fashion right now, and, really, are kind of cute.
Of course I will always, always dream of more sleep and all the fun late-night People Style Watch readings a less harried life suggests. But truth told? Right now, let’s slug out what’s on the plate.
Sure. Yes. Let’s roll. Just don’t blame me if I enjoy the surplus sangria from book club without abandon along the way.
You’ve gotta keep these Busy Days real, after all…
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